The Hidden Billionaire

The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback

Zhi Yao

For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties. But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom. Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot. Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years. "You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic." My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support. They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets. I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life. But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree. Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate. When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block.

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Brian Tennant was busy doing his part-time job, cleaning the tables in the canteen of Everin University.

He wore an apron and a pair of rubber gloves now, which were part of job requirements.

He also collected all the plastic water bottles on the table and stuffed them into the large plastic bag next to him.

"Ten more bottles and the bag will be full. Then I can sell them for twenty dollars! I'll finally have enough money to buy some food tomorrow. Perfect!"

Brian murmured to himself, cheering himself on. He glanced at the almost full plastic bag with excitement.

Not far away, Jeanne Hall saw what Brian was doing and frowned tightly.

She looked to Kim Percival, who was sitting opposite her, and asked with disgust, "Kim, who's that man over there? Why is he so poor?"

Kim was a popular finance student who came from a wealthy family. It was said that his family's net worth had already exceeded about ten million dollars.

"Poor? Don't judge a book by its cover. You know the popular girl, Rosy Stevens, right? That's her boyfriend. He gives her a three-thousand-dollar allowance every month."

As he spoke, Kim stared at Brian sourly.

Jeanne did a double take. She looked at the man slaving over the bottles in disbelief and asked, "Are you kidding me? How could Rosy be with him?"

Kim wrinkled his nose in disdain and snorted, "Because he's a thick-skinned ass-kisser in front of Rosy."

Seeing the confusion on Jeanne's face, Kim smiled mischievously. "Here, let me show you."

He stood up and deliberately scattered his leftovers on the floor. Then he shouted at Brian, "Hey, you! Come here and clean up this mess."

Without thinking too much, Brian hurried over and squatted down to clean up the scattered leftovers.

Suddenly, he felt a stream of cold liquid drenching his hair.

He looked up in shock. It turned out that Kim had poured a bottle of drink over his head.

Brian stood up immediately. With clenched fists, he glared at Kim, blue veins bulging on his forehead.

Kim rolled his eyes unhurriedly. Instead of being afraid, he patted Brian on the cheek and sneered, "What's the matter? Do you want to hit me?"

Brian's eyes were blazing with fury. But before he threw a punch at Kim, he thought about his situation.

It had taken him a lot of effort to get this part-time job in the canteen. Apart from the salary, he was allowed to collect bottles and sell them for extra money.

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