Money Can't Buy Her Back

The red marriage certificate had just been handed to me when my phone rang urgently. The screen flashed the words "Hospital Emergency," and my heart clenched instantly. On the other end was the nurse's anxious voice, telling me my younger brother Jason had been injured in a kidnapping and urgently needed surgery fees. My hand clutching the phone trembled uncontrollably as I looked up at Tyler Woods beside me. He had just taken the rose handed to him by his assistant; the petals were vivid and fresh, completely at odds with the impatience on his face. "What happened?" His voice carried a trace of casual indifference. I hurriedly told him about my younger brother's kidnapping, my eyes fixed on the cash box his assistant was holding. It was his "wedding gift"—a full five hundred thousand. "Tyler, can you please give me this money first? I need it to save my brother's life." I grabbed his sleeve, my voice pleading. He frowned, pulled his sleeve back, and shoved the rose into my arms. "I can't give you." "I don't want roses—I want money to save my brother!" I threw the rose to the ground, my voice trembling. Couples registering their marriages nearby all glanced over, and his face darkened instantly. "Georgia, you really are gold-digging." He sneered coldly, "Can't wait to ask for my money right after the registration?" I had no time to argue. Looking at the cash box in the assistant's hand, I almost begged, "It's my brother's life—please." In the end, he had his assistant give me the money, but as I turned to rush to the hospital, he left a cold remark: "Consider this money a loan from me." My brother's surgery was successful, and I breathed a sigh of relief, but the humiliation from our marriage registration day was still fresh in my mind. So, after we married, Tyler's affairs never stopped. The gossip pages of financial magazines were always filled with photos of him getting close to different women. I pleaded with him, cried, caused a scene—but he always said just one thing: "Georgia, don't forget, it was my money that saved your brother's life." That sentence felt like shackles, trapping me tight.