SHE SLAPPED THE BILLIONAIRE S SON

I worked three grueling jobs, every aching muscle and burning eye for my son, Noah.

He had a rare blood disorder, his medical bills a relentless mountain.

I sacrificed everything, even my late father' s cherished guitar and took out predatory loans, just for Noah' s life-saving transplant.

My wife, Chloe, seemed to struggle alongside me, always talking of bad investments and financial woes.

Then, one delivery took me to a swanky charity gala.

Inside, I saw her.

Chloe. Radiant in a shimmering blue dress, laughing freely with Julian Thorne, a distinguished, wealthy art collector.

This wasn' t my struggling artist wife; she was a stranger brimming with effortless wealth.

Days later, a mysterious USB drive revealed the horrifying truth.

On video, Chloe laughed with Julian, admitting our "struggle" was a five-year "test."

She spoke of Noah, our dying son, as an "inconvenience," even hinting his marrow could be "fortuitously" diverted to Julian' s nephew, Alex.