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So this… was what our relationship was worth. A hundred thousand was never a sacrifice he’d give his heartbroken and abandoned wife. It was the standard rate for any dissatisfied woman. And it was apparently the amount I’d sold my pride for. Over and over again.

"I want a billion dollars, Vesarius. As I said, there shouldn’t be any police involved if you want to see your wife breathing. I don't bluff, Vesarius!" "I don't make jokes either, bastard! For every additional beating my wife gets, I will deduct ten million from the money." "Stop right there, Asshole. I hold your wife's life in my hands. And right now, you don't have the power to cheat on me." "We both need each other. You can't fool me. You also need me big time. You need billions from me. For every additional beating my wife gets, I will deduct ten million."

“You’re breaking us. You’re breaking our marriage.” “You’d be far away from Thomas, isn’t that what you wanted?” “Please,” I begged, tears rolling down my face. “You’re holding a four hundred million dollars cheque. You have your freedom. Take it and go.” “You mean this?” I held the cheque up to him. “It means nothing to me if you’re not coming with me.” “I got you your freedom. I’ve done more than enough. What else do you want from me?” Unbelievable. He thought a cheque could make up for abandoning me. I glared at him, enraged. “You think a cheque would make up for what... you leaving me?” I asked, incredulously.

That was why, when Vivian half‑jokingly suggested becoming his personal housekeeper, he agreed without hesitation. That was how it spiraled into a life where every single expense of mine required a written application. Those were applications that were rejected nine times out of ten and sent back for revisions. Tyler turned a blind eye when Vivian locked away my jewelry and clothes in the closet. All of it was his fault. He gave Vivian far too much power and allowed her to do whatever she wanted. Little by little, I lost my child. Then I lost my father. I married Tyler for my adoptive father’s sake in the first place. My father was gone and I was exhausted too.

He said closing his eyes in tiredness. “but you said that your son-in-law was helping.” He smiled faintly, “I owned his father 60million dollars.” “60 million what! What did you borrow such money for!?” “Business”, he said calmly. “he cancelled the debt because of Chin Sun and I could not possible ask him for more money to pay other debtors.” The woman was simply too shocked to say any more things, she did not want to worry about Elvis and his problems, she has more things to worry about, Jane should take care of their problems, after all, she might have contributed to dungeon that Elvis has entered.

I was mad to my bones but I couldn't do anything or I would be starting a war in a land I am not entirely familiar with. “We have a 6 million, 6 million do we have 7 million?... 10 million, the man at the back said 10 million, 10 million, do we have 11 million?... 13 million! 13 million going once, going twice...SOLD!!!”, The auctioneer said and the crowd of old men gave a round of applause. The man who just spent 13 million dollars in buying her is a retired congressman, he was married with 3 children but he kept multiple mistresses. His wife was aware of his little escapades but there is little she could do.

On the day Caspian and I got our marriage certificate, he dropped a bombshell: as the illegitimate son of the Thorne family, he hadn't inherited a penny. Instead, he was saddled with a massive gambling debt left behind by the family. I didn't despise him for it. For the past five years, I lived with him in a moldy basement, working three jobs to support him, while our son, Alaric, survived on discounted canned food that was nearing its expiration date.

I leaned against the hospital bed, my face drained of color, every breath laced with pain. The night before, he'd humiliated me deliberately—not only injecting me with a muscle relaxant, but ordering the curtains removed beforehand. All night long, the clicking of camera shutters outside the window never stopped. Seeing how weak I was, Dahlia held up her phone and aimed it right at my face, her smile pretty and poisonous: "Oh my, you're truly famous now. 'Billionaire's new wife turns out to be the ultimate slut'—how do you like that headline trending on social media?"

After she left, I asked the only question that mattered: "How much total?" Tasha's voice was barely a whisper: "About eight million." Eight million dollars. I laughed—a sound like breaking glass. "You gutted my entire pack for money." "The pack was already doomed! I just ensured survival!" "Get out." The words fell like stones. Her eyes went wide. "Andre—" "*Get out of my house.*"

Because he was a douchebag which he didn’t deny. It was true. He neglected her and basically abandoned her after literally getting married. He left without a word right after the ceremony because of the emergency in the company. His mind then was so full about work that everything outside of it was forgotten. He let out an exasperated sigh. It was all his fault and only he could be blamed for whatever was happening at the moment. Margaux won’t get mistreatment with his family if only he showed them that he cared for her. His own mother won’t lie and do anything bad behind his back if he didn’t ignore Margaux.