I thought marrying such a beautiful woman was my blessing from a previous life. Never did I expect her to cheat on me, let alone play such games with a younger man.
I pitied myself, thinking that maybe it was my age, my lack of stamina, or that I just wasn't as exciting as the younger guys. She could've simply asked for a divorce instead. None of that justified her betrayal.
What hurt the most was that I had planned to reveal my true identity to her on our upcoming anniversary. On the surface, I was just a middle-aged worker, but in reality, I was the CEO of the city's largest real estate company, the Lake Group.
Two
The following day, Wendy left early, slamming the door on her way out. Judging by her temper, I guessed she wouldn't be back for at least a few days.
After a sleepless night, I hired two private investigators to follow her and finally ordered the Harley motorcycle I'd been eyeing for a while.
Just as I was enjoying the roar of the engine and taking the salesgirl for a spin around the neighborhood, I saw Wendy standing there with her arms crossed, looking furious.
She came straight at me, ready to slap me again, but I caught her wrist and pushed her away.
"Landon, have you lost your mind? You're in your thirties and you just spent over forty hundred thousand dollars on a motorcycle! Are we still supposed to live like this?"
We had about ninety thousand dollars in joint savings, and my spending half of that was enough to drive her into a rage.
I ignored Wendy's outburst and turned to the stunned salesgirl.
"Sorry to scare you. There's still over forty hundred thousand dollars on this card, keep it as a tip."
I revved up the bike and took off with the beaming beauty behind me. I was determined to spend every last cent, leaving Wendy with nothing from this marriage.
"Landon Lake! I want a divorce!"
That evening, I booked an entire club for me and my buddies. Amidst the cheers of "Tonight, everything's on Mr. Lake!" the dance floor was filled with women of all types, twisting their bodies to the beat, each trying their best to catch my attention.
"Hey, Landon, what's going on with you today?"
"Yeah, pretending to be poor these past few years has been stifling."
Everyone there was a top dog in the city's leading companies. For three years, I'd asked them to play along with my act of being poor, never revealing my true identity.