My Husband Earns a High Salary but Refused to Pay for Our Child’s Treatment — One Sentence from My Son Left Me Frozen as I Discovered a Shocking Truth

My husband and I met through a matchmaker. He had a stable job and a high income, while I was just an ordinary office worker earning a modest salary. When we first met, I wasn’t someone who impressed him much.

However, after several months of getting to know each other, he told me he wanted to get married and that I was suitable to be his wife. At that time, I also had a good impression of him, so I began to seriously think about a future together. After one year of dating, we held our wedding.

I didn’t have to live with my in-laws, because my husband already owned his own house.

From the day we got married, I never once asked my husband about his income. Every month, he gave me 25 million VND for household expenses. Combined with my own salary, we never lacked anything. I felt that I was quite fortunate — our family life was comfortable and peaceful.

When our son turned three years old, doctors diagnosed him with a rare condition that required surgery to prevent serious risks in the future. When I heard the cost of the operation, I panicked. My personal savings were nowhere near enough, so I asked my husband if he could find a way to cover the medical expenses for our child.

He refused outright, saying he didn’t have the money.

I was stunned. I knew my husband had a high income — his monthly salary was certainly no less than 40 million VND. How could he possibly say he had no money for our son’s surgery?

That night, my husband wasn’t home. I made up my mind that the next day I would go to the bank to apply for a loan. No matter what, I couldn’t allow my child’s illness to go untreated. I didn’t yet know what my husband truly thought, but I planned to tell him about my decision.

As I sat there lost in thought, trying to figure out how to come up with the money, my son — who had been playing nearby — suddenly ran over to me and said:

“Mom, this morning I saw Dad put something in there. Did Dad hide some candy in there?”

I followed the direction my son was pointing and noticed a cabinet drawer beneath the table in the living room. I had never paid attention to it before and had never opened it.

Hearing what my son said, I walked over and opened the drawer.

Inside was a stack of bank deposit slips — monthly transfers, each amounting to tens of millions of VND. The most recent one was for 50 million VND.

I stared in disbelief when I saw the recipient’s name.

It was my husband’s ex-girlfriend.

I knew about her because once, by chance, I had come across her Facebook profile on my husband’s account. I never imagined that while my husband claimed he had no money to pay for our son’s surgery, he had been sending tens of millions every month to his ex.

My heart ached unbearably.

I felt heartbroken — for myself, and even more for my child.

Now, what should I do?