All Chapters of MY UNGRATEFUL HUSBAND DIDN’T KNOW I AM THE TYCOON’S DAUGHTER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Instead of sharing the exciting news about his promotion to CEO and celebrating with me, he grabbed his car keys, rushed out of the living room, and went to party with his friends, family, and, not to forget, his mistress. Once he left, I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling a sense of exclusion from his life. I wondered if he even saw me as part of it. I thought maybe he went to pick up wine for our celebration and hoped he intended to surprise me, but I was just daydreaming because he returned home the next morning, clearly drunk. He stumbled in and collapsed into bed, and while I didn't dwell on his actions, I couldn't help but shake my head at his pathetic state, reeking of alcohol. A few hours later, he woke up and asked for food. After serving him, I went to do his laundry and discovered a woman's lipstick stain on his shirt, which ignited my fury. I rushed inside to confront him about it. Alan showed no remorse; instead, he tossed the shirt at me and told me to leave. I ref

"Audrey, don’t be ungrateful. Listen to yourself; you should be thankful for the opportunity to work as a cleaner in this company. Your qualifications don't meet the standards for the position I gave you, so be appreciative and stop behaving like Oliver Twist," Alan stated boldly. Me? An Oliver Twist? I graduated from one of the world’s top universities, and I hold both a master’s and a PhD. Yet here is Alan telling me I don’t meet my own company’s standards. I simply smiled at him without saying a word. For a week, I continued working as a cleaner, addressing Alan as 'boss.' Only his close friend, Steve, who was made supervisor of the cleaners, knew I was his wife. I have the power to take everything away from Alan because I secretly provided him with everything he has. With just one phone call, he could be out of my company and back to where he started, but every time I consider making a rash decision, I feel pity for him. I love him and believe he’s being naive and misled by his

I initially thought Alan had sent me an apology message, but instead, he had the audacity to send me a voice recording of him and Samantha during an intimate moment when she was calling out his name. He knew this would infuriate me, and it did. After listening to the recording, my heart raced, and I felt deeply upset. "Why am I being treated like I don’t matter?" I thought. Without a second thought, I went to the wardrobe and started packing my clothes. As I rummaged through my belongings, I came across our wedding picture. I picked it up slowly, holding it close to my chest, and began to cry, letting my tears fall on Alan's face in the photograph. I glanced at the open door, realizing I could leave at any moment and change everything. But then I remembered the look in Alan's eyes when I begged him not to divorce me. I was convinced he still loved me and that he was being misled. So, I stood my ground and stayed, but I collapsed onto the bed, clutching my pillow tightly and cried th

"I really appreciate how you referred to it as magic. As the saying goes, 'a magician never reveals their secrets,' so how I managed to get Steve fired is something I’ll keep to myself," Samantha concocted. Alan nodded in acknowledgment, but he was far from satisfied. A sense of suspicion began to creep into his mind. To deflect the conversation to her advantage, Samantha quickly shifted topics. "You’re the only person I’ve confided in about being the tycoon’s daughter, and I expect you to keep that information private. It’s precisely because you know my true identity that you’re questioning my decisions. Have you forgotten that I control this company remotely and..." Before she could finish, Alan interjected, his finger pointing at her in frustration. "Samantha, you need to hear yourself. I still don’t grasp why you’re physically here if you’re merely pretending to be absent. You act as if you’re not present, but you are. You conceal your true identity from everyone else while mana

Alan pressed his hand against his cheek, his voice filled with desperation as he shouted, “I’m sorry, my love! I truly regret losing control.” Samantha, however, didn’t respond. She turned away and exited through the door, refusing to look back even once. I leaned against the wall, a smile creeping onto my face. Despite Alan’s foolish behavior, I found some amusement in how he was scolding her. This was merely the beginning; there would be more reprimands to come. I thought to myself, "Did Alan just let Samantha walk away without any reaction? He actually apologized to her! Now I understand the situation, Alan is with her because he believes she's the daughter of a wealthy tycoon. Truly, money can lead people down a dark path." Alan was on the verge of discovering the truth about Samantha, but his greed was clouding his judgment, preventing him from realizing that Samantha was not who she pretended to be. Samantha, much like Alan, was a gold digger, an ideal match in their ambiti