When I Discovered Husband Was Billionaire, I Divorced Him
I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son.
He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him.
After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman.
I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments.
I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?"
One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring.
The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer."
I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life?
As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized.
It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling.
I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile.
Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen.
And then I saw him clearly.
The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible.
It was my husband. It was Derek.