Not Just a Phase in My Life

My heiress wife, Elise Shore, recently fell into a deep funk. Even the best food and the most fun plans couldn't get a rise out of her.

Her best friend invited her to go shopping, but she refused even that. Another suggestion was to go on a trip abroad, but she still wouldn't go.

As the only daughter of Shore Group's chairman, Elise had always been the apple of everyone's eye. She'd never been like this before.

After digging around, I found out from people in her social circle that her childhood sweetheart had publicly announced his engagement to someone else. That was why she was acting like this.

It hit me then that Elise was suffering from a broken heart. Seeing her so down and hurt turned me into a mess. Still, my first thought was how I could comfort her. After all, she was the one funding my monthly living expenses.

She'd locked herself in her room for two days straight without food or drink. At this point, it was worrying.

But more importantly, she'd yet to give me my monthly allowance of five million dollars. It made it hard for me to even leave the house.

Recently, some friends of mine had invited me on a trip to Nivoria to see the aurora. We would then go diving in Coralion.

I'd also just ordered a top-of-the-line supercar, but only the deposit was paid. I needed money for the balance, and the deadline was coming up fast.

The problem was that my wallet was as empty as it could be.

At that thought, I took a deep breath, knowing that I needed to get Elise back on her feet. I couldn't just lose my financial lifeline.

So, I quickly texted her, "Honey, you can mourn, but you need to move on soon. Has anyone in this world not been a fool for love before? The key is to bounce back and move past this.

"Think about that long string of numbers in your bank account. They want to get moving, too. Don't give up, honey. You've got this."

To alleviate her heartbreak, I even sent her the link to a cheerful song.

After doing all that, I glanced at Elise's bedroom door, feeling rather pleased with myself. I figured she'd soon be soothed by my words and would be able to step out of the shadow of her heartbreak.

I thus got up and headed out to meet my friends. Our plans for the night were simple. We would eat, drink, and sing to our hearts content.

Just as I was belting it out in the private room, one of my buddies suddenly nudged me. "Elliot, your phone hasn't stopped buzzing for a while now. You should check it."

I put down the mic and reached for my phone. My phone screen showed over a hundred unread messages and dozens of missed calls—all from Elise.

I smiled and raised my glass triumphantly. "See? I've got a knack for comforting my wife."

I'd only sent a few messages, and that had been enough to make Elise snap out of her funk.

See how she'd bombarded me with texts in one go?