Luke Evelyn Damian Novel My Millionaire Wife Refused to Save Our Child, I Finally Left Her

My wife bought luxury cars and a penthouse for her lover
but refused to pay the ten thousand dollars that could have saved our daughters life.

The night our little girl died, my wife sent only one text:

Youre overreacting. He and I are just traveling.

So I placed my wedding ring inside my daughters urn.
From that day on, I was no longer her husband.

As a CEO, my wife is incredibly wealthy, yet shes always worried Im after her inheritance. She keeps a tight rein on our finances, allowing my daughter and me just $200 a month for spending money.

However, when her first love came back to the country, she didnt hesitate to shower him with a luxury car and a mansion, worth millions, to welcome him.

Later, when my daughter had a sudden heart attack, the only thing that could save her was a 3333-77770,000 surgery. Instead, I was accused of being ambitious and was thrown out of the company by security.

I watched as my daughter passed away in the operating room, while my wife boarded a plane for a joyful world tour with her first love.

After I finished arranging my daughter's funeral, my wife returned from her trip, as indifferent as ever. She said:

"Hey, didnt you and our daughter always want to go to the amusement park? Ill take you next week."

But she didnt know that the moment our daughter died on that operating table, I was ready to end our marriage.

I was packing up my daughters belongings when my wife, Evelyn, who had just returned from her world tour, casually walked back into our home.

Luke, can you massage my shoulders? The trip really wore me out.

Hearing this, I, who once cherished her dearly, remained silent and continued packing.

Seeing I ignored her, Evelyn frowned, then suddenly laughed as if something amusing had crossed her mind.

"Are you still jealous about Damian and I traveling together?"

Damian was her childhood friend.

Evelyn had left our daughter, who was gravely ill, to travel the world with this friend, letting our daughter die on a cold operating table.

Thinking about my daughter's eyes slowly losing their warmth felt like a dagger through my heart.

Before I could speak, Damian walked in, feigning innocence:

"Oh, Luke, its all my fault for dragging Evelyn on the trip."

"But dont worry, it was just a trip, nothing more."

He spoke lightly, yet they wore matching outfits and rings, looking like a genuine couple in public.

Meanwhile, the wedding ring Evelyn and I shared had long been discarded by her.

Seeing I still wouldnt speak, Evelyn sighed, looking helpless.

"Alright, dont be mad. Ill send an extra $500 this month for Anna to get something nice."

"Just remember, Im doing this for you. No need to thank me."

But looking at the transaction on my phone, I felt nothing but mockery.

She spent millions on a world tour with Damian, buying luxury brands, where a single bag costs thousands.

Yet now, giving me $500 felt as if she was doing me a huge favor.

Damian stood by, trying to suppress his laughter, sarcastically saying:

"Luke, $500 is quite a bit. You should thank Evelyn."

"Let me tell you, kids should be raised modestly, so they wont be materialistic when they grow up!"

As absurd as it was, Evelyn believed it.

To prevent our daughter from being materialistic, she strictly controlled our expenses, giving only $200 monthly.

I used to argue because I wanted a better life for our daughter, but now she's gone. Arguing means nothing.

With this thought, I returned the money and said calmly:

"No need, I dont want it."

Evelyns smile froze, then she helplessly said:

"Luke, I already apologized. What more do you want?"

Before I could speak, Damians mocking voice came from the side,

"I think he just thinks $500 is too little, right?"

"Luke, not to be harsh, but with your greedy attitude, how can you be a good example for Anna?"

He lectured me condescendingly.

Hearing this, Evelyn also looked at me with disappointment.

"Luke, we've been married a few years, and youre already this greedy?"

"In a few more years, are you planning to take over the shares and inheritance from Evelyn's family?"

Listening to Evelyns accusation, I couldnt help but laugh at myself.

After all this time, this is how she sees me.

But my silence, to her, seemed like guilt.

The next moment, Evelyn spoke with irritation: