My Fake Husband Is A Secret Tycoon

Author: He Shuyao

Chapter 1 The Shredded Check

Word Count: 803 | Released on: Today at 12:01

the sound swallowed by the city's midday roar. Sunlight, sharp and unforgivin

He adjusted his silk tie, a nervous habit that had nothing to do with nerves and everything to do

ust fumes and the smell of street-cart hot dogs. It did nothing to se

a cold, transactional finality. He held out a plain

elope, not moving to

e price of a used car. "For your time. Your co

Hartman emerged, all long legs and Christian Louboutin heels. The sunlight caught the diamond on

ad's, her smile a perfect, polished apology. "I'm so

gesture that painted Hayley as the aggressor. His eyes, once the color of a summer sky she'd lo

cooed, her voice dripping with synth

nails dug into her palms, the small, sharp pain a welcome

y, insulting. "Just take it, Hayley. Take the money and get

but it carried the full, crushing weight of four year

number was there in crisp, corporate font: $50,000. Brad'

vision moments before was gone, replaced by somethin

, one to each e

t on the noisy street,

k flush crept up his neck. "

halves into four, then eight, he

fluttered into the air, a bitter confetti that set

iek, pulling away as if the scra

forward, his hand clamping a

her skin. Her voice was low, steady, and lethal. "Keep y

ut no sound came out. His face

mask twitched, her lips pul

d walked down the steps, her spine as

's voice was a venomous hiss behin

ow cab that screeched to a halt in front of her. She slid

It traced a hot path down her cold cheek. The dam broke, and silent, wracking so

ad set up. The clause was ironclad. She had t

was in seve

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“After four years of marriage, my wealthy husband Brad handed me a $50,000 severance check outside the Manhattan Family Court. He linked arms with his mistress, Jenna, who flaunted the diamond ring that used to be mine. "Just take it, Hayley. Take the money and get out of our lives," he sneered, looking at me with absolute disgust. I tore the check into pieces, but my nightmare was just beginning. To access my grandfather's trust fund, I had exactly seventy-two hours to get legally married, so I desperately proposed a one-year contract marriage to a poor insurance salesman I met in a dive bar. When Brad found out, he and his arrogant family cornered me at their estate. Brad mocked my new husband for being a penniless, money-grubbing parasite, while my former mother-in-law slapped me hard across the face, knocking me to the ground. "You are trash, just like your mother," she spat, watching my knee bleed onto the sharp gravel. Jenna gleefully kicked my phone away, shattering the screen and cutting off my only lifeline. Lying there in the dirt, I stared at the broken glass in absolute despair. I didn't understand why four years of quiet devotion had earned me nothing but cruel betrayal and endless humiliation from the people I once called family. Just as I thought I had completely lost, a black Lincoln Navigator slammed to a halt at the gates. My "penniless" new husband stepped out, radiating a terrifying, righteous fury that made the entire Patton family freeze in horror.”