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I was a billionaire's trophy wife, but when I fell ill, I had to beg my husband, Adam, for fifty dollars just to buy tampons.

He refused, humiliating me for mismanaging my meager allowance.

Minutes later, my phone lit up with photos of him on a yacht, gifting his ex-girlfriend a five-million-dollar necklace. The messages from other wives were brutal: "Poor Aubrey. Always second best."

He had forbidden me from working, from having any independence, calling me an "ornament." I was a possession he'd bought, worth less than the jewelry he gave another woman.

The humiliation burned hotter than any fever. He controlled my life, but he wouldn't control my escape.

Standing drenched in the rain, I made a decision. If money was freedom, I would earn it myself. I pushed open the heavy door to The Velvet Lounge, a high-end club where secrets were sold and fortunes were made. My new life was about to begin.

Chapter 1

My diamond wedding ring, a five-carat rock Adam had bought to signify his immense wealth, felt heavier on my finger than usual, a constant reminder of the gilded cage I lived in. It flashed under the harsh fluorescent lights of the Mercado Tower lobby, mocking the near-empty wallet tucked deep inside my designer bag.

"Aubrey, is there a problem?" Adam' s assistant, Mark, asked, his voice clipped.

I swallowed, the elegant marble floors suddenly feeling less like luxury and more like a cold, hard truth. My monthly allowance, a measly $500, had evaporated two weeks ago when I' d fallen ill and needed urgent medication. Now, even basic needs felt like an insurmountable hurdle.

"I… I need to see Adam for a moment," I managed, my voice barely a whisper. I hated asking. My stomach twisted.

Mark' s perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched. "Mrs. Mercado, Mr. Mercado is in a very important meeting."

"It won' t take long," I insisted, clutching my purse. "It' s urgent."

He sighed, a barely perceptible sound that still managed to convey his annoyance. "Wait here." He vanished behind the frosted glass doors of Adam' s executive suite.

The wait felt like an eternity. Every impeccably dressed person walking by seemed to see right through my facade, peering into the pathetic reality of my existence. Finally, Mark reappeared, a tight smile on his face. "He' ll see you now. Five minutes."

Adam sat behind his massive mahogany desk, bathed in the soft glow of his office lights, looking every bit the tech mogul he was. He didn't look up immediately. His eyes were fixed on the holographic display hovering above his desk, a complex array of stock market figures and data.

"Aubrey," he said, not a question, not a greeting, just an acknowledgment that I existed in his space. His voice was smooth, devoid of any warmth.

"Adam," I began, my hands clammy. "I… I need a little money."