Husband Left Me for a Hundred Million That Never ExistedChapter 1
At the company’s year-end party, joke scratch cards were handed out to everyone, each showing a fake win of one hundred million.
Finding it pointless, I didn’t even scratch mine and simply brought it home.
After finishing my shower, I came out and noticed the card was gone, my husband’s face glowing with excitement.
I was just about to explain that the scratch card wasn’t real.
The next moment, my mother-in-law barged in. “Son, divorce her right now! I’ve told you plenty of times this worthless woman isn’t good enough for you!”
“Now that you’re a billionaire, there are plenty of amazing women waiting for you. Choose anyone you want!”
Eagerly, my husband nodded without a second thought. “Alright, Mom. I already set a time; we’ll go tomorrow!”
Then, pretending to be innocent, he looked at me. “You’re not seriously going to claim that scratch card was yours, are you?”
“I already checked, it doesn’t have a name. Whoever has it owns it.”
“Margaret Callahan, my mom’s right. You’re a useless woman. You’re no match for me anymore.”
My chest went cold in an instant.
Turning away, I put aside the present I had bought for him with my million-dollar year-end bonus.
Since he believed I wasn’t worthy of him, he didn’t deserve to have any of it.
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“Didn’t you hear me? Go pack your things and get out right now!”
“You shameless woman! Don’t tell me you’re planning to stay in this house even after the divorce?”
Tabitha Hoover, my mother-in-law, pointed at me with pride. “Even if my son’s wealthy now, he’s not foolish.”
“After taking care of you all these years, asking for a little emotional payment is completely fair!”
I stood frozen, staring at my husband, Bryce Hoover, and after a long pause, finally muttered, “You really plan to divorce me?”
Coldly, he looked at me, his eyes showing nothing but open disgust. “That’s right.”
“I’ve been married to you for years, always the one giving. What have you ever done for me?”
“You never even brought me a Rolex!”
“You’ve given me no emotional return, so now that I’ve got money and want to end this marriage, you’ve only got yourself to blame.”
I suddenly realized just how absurd I was.
For five years of marriage, I had handed over my fifty-thousand-a-month salary every single month.
Even the house and car we bought after getting married were both in his name.