Dumped the Scumbag, Now I'm Married to a Billionaire
I begged.
She faced me again, a slow smile spreading across her face as she pulled out her phone. A few taps later, she held it up for me to see.
Her wishlist.
The items were absurd - luxury handbags, jewelry, designer clothes, even a private spa retreat.
I stared at it, my jaw tightening. “Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack,” she replied breezily.
I didn’t hesitate. I transferred the money - over a hundred grand, in an instant.