Wealth, Cheating, and Prison

"My father suffered a heart attack and collapsed. Emergency treatment required the installation of a cardiac stent. I asked my husband to approve an expense of 10 thousand dollars for the surgery.Cameron Lister, the CEO, refused coldly, "The company and family accounts have been frozen recently because of a major project. Your father has medical insurance, so just use a cost-effective domestic stent for now."He was the sole administrator of all the bank cards in my family. His reply made me sorrowfully realize something. Even though I was a genius architectural designer with an annual income of 600 thousand dollars, I was still not worthy of choosing a better life-saving device for my own father.It was a Twitter post forwarded by a colleague, freshly and gleefully posted by the company intern Wendy.[Cameron is so nice. I just said I liked painting, and he gave me a million dollars to organize an art exhibition. I love him so much!]I looked at my father lying on an extra bed in the hospital corridor, groaning in pain, and then looked at the photo of them sweetly embracing each other.I finally understood that Cameron had perhaps never truly loved me.He had only treated me as a stepping stone for his soaring career, and as a tool for him to exploit without limits.'If this is what you want, Cameron, then don't blame me for being ruthless,' I said inwardly."