My Fake Husband Is A Secret Tycoon

Chapter 7 The Onboarding Gift

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carried their small collection of groceries: kale, quinoa,

ined up behind them, their cart overflo

ired eyes, scanned the truffles.

we don't need that," she started

firm. "It's a gift," he said quietly, his eye

ve snort. "Celebrating with what? Monopoly

. "Maybe he's planning on p

ut her debit card. The trust fund money hadn't been transfe

A moment later, a harsh, el

cashier said,

o slow down. Hayle

shrieking bird. "Oh, this is priceless! Can't ev

ur wife, pal?" Brad sneered, his

cheap plastic suddenly feeling like a brand of

from her numb fingers and t

a sleek, heavy card made of matte black metal, completely minimalist. There

it to th

s something unusual. She swiped it through the machine. The transaction went through instantly

ghter died i

black card, her eyes

him more than if he had. It wasn't an Amex Centurion, but it

y bags. As they walked

"doesn't live off his family's name. He builds his

shot to Brad's pride,

tore, Hayley whispered, "Wh

ly. It's a long story, but basically, I run all his personal errands. He fin

ugh. A lie she wanted to

as a mask of cold fury. This wasn't

And tomorrow, when he can't even get a job bagging gr

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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.”