Nancy wondered, if both she and Shirley were expecting, who would Gary choose? But it was proved soon. He truly didn't care if Nancy lived or died. "Shirley's lost too much blood. She needs a transfusion." Gary's voice was low, "You share her blood type. Go now." Nancy struggled futilely against the burly men. He watched coldly as she was forced into the donation chair. The doctor frowned, "Mr. Williams, Mrs. Williams is too weak. Continuing could be critical." Gary studied Nancy's ashen face, brows furrowed briefly. Then came the icy command, "Draw it." Nancy was wheeled back to her room. She picked up her phone and texted her father: "Pull the investment next week. I want a divorce."

Chapter 1

Nancy Flores sat in the VIP room of the nail salon when the staff awkwardly informed her, "Ms. Flores, your membership card has insufficient funds."

Nancy froze. Last month, her husband Gary Williams had gifted her this card, claiming he’d loaded thirty thousand dollars.

This was her first time using it.

After checking the system, the clerk added, "Ms. Flores, there was a twenty-eight thousand dollar charge last Thursday afternoon."

"Last Thursday?

Twenty-eight thousand?"

Nancy’s fingers stilled. "I was at the office that day."

The clerk stammered, "Mr. Williams brought a lady here. When leaving, she said to keep twenty-six thousand as a tip for one of our staff."

Nancy’s heart raced, her ears ringing.

Last Thursday, Gary had claimed he was meeting clients until 8 p.m., complaining about difficult customers.

She recalled cutting her meeting short to make him sober-up soup.

"Show me the footage."

Her voice was faint, her heart sinking.

The surveillance video show