While I was on a business trip, I received the shocking news that my daughter had been kidnapped. Just as I was about to pay the ransom, my husband Tom Delfino called.

"Monica's been kidnapped! Give me all the money you have so I can save her!"

I hurriedly transferred all the money to Tom. But after getting off the plane, I received another call from the kidnappers: "You didn't pay the ransom. Get ready to collect the body!"

I was stunned. Didn't Tom use the money to rescue Monica?

At the same time, my husband's friend Betty, updated her social media and tagged him.

"Julie is safe, thanks to you."

The photo showed Tom carrying Betty's daughter in one arm and embracing Betty tightly as they emerged from the abandoned factory, appearing heroic.

Devastated, I called him: "Tom, why did you use Monica's ransom money to save someone else's daughter?"

"I'm sorry. It was actually Julie who was kidnapped. I couldn't just leave them, so I lied to you to get the money."

"Betty and her daughter are in shock. They're not doing well. I need to stay with them. We'll talk later."

Tom hung up before I could tell him that our daughter had also been kidnapped.

Moreover, I was suffering from a terminal illness. Tom would never see either of us again.