I Died at My Daughter's Grave While He Watched Fireworks with His Mistress

I spent two years as a human guinea pig for three pharmaceutical companies while selling my blood three times a week at a private blood bank.

I finally scraped together the 800,000 dollars for my daughter's bone marrow transplant.

But on the day the hospital tried to deduct the surgical deposit, my account balance read zero.

At the same time, a new post appeared on the Instagram of my husband's first love, Marianne.

Thanks to a certain someone for buying me this ruby bracelet~ It's a one-of-a-kind piece from the auction house worth $800,000, but all I have to do is show the slightest…