My Parasite Husband Thought I Was Poor, Until I Fired Him

Inside the luxury postpartum recovery retreat, I had just picked up a rare white pineberry from the fruit platter.

Tiffany's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and she let out a loud sob.

Beatrice snatched the platter out of my hands. "You’re a grown woman, Chloe! How dare you fight with Tiffany over food! Have you no shame?"

I was about to press the call button to ask the nurse for another platter, but my husband, William, stopped me with a dark expression.

"That box of strawberries cost fifty dollars! Can't you eat something cheaper?"