After my wife's assistant squandered my credit card money, I immediately got a divorce! — Novel

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In a world where wealth and status dictate every relationship, Rick Dickerson finds himself at the center of a scandal that threatens to unravel everything he thought he knew about love and loyalty. After his wife, Leila, leaves him stranded on his birthday, the facade of their perfect marriage crumbles, revealing a tumultuous web of betrayal and humiliation. Was this the end of a fairy tale or just the beginning of a darker game?

As laughter echoes around him, Rick grapples with the shock of his wife’s betrayal and the mocking gaze of the man who has taken his place. With every insult and taunt from Leila’s new companion, Jacob, the stakes rise higher. Can Rick reclaim his dignity, or will he succumb to the public spectacle that has turned his life into a cruel performance?

With alliances shifting and secrets lurking just beneath the surface, Rick must confront not only his wife’s cold betrayal but also the truth about his own identity. What will he sacrifice to regain control of his life, and can love survive when trust has been shattered? In a game where hearts are the ultimate prize, the question remains: how far is he willing to go to win back what he’s lost?

After my wife's assistant squandered my credit card money, I immediately got a divorce!Chapter 1

My wife's little assistant had been blowing money on my card like it was nothing, and at a French restaurant no less, he'd called me a kept man—a useless freeloader.

I got pissed and froze his card, leaving him unable to pay the bill. Not only did he lose face in front of everyone, but the manager held him there overnight.

When my wife found out, she just tapped me on the nose playfully.

"Oh, you! A grown man getting jealous over a boy? And now he's a laughingstock because of you."

She didn't seem mad. In fact, she acted like nothing had happened—right up until my birthday, when she took me out for French cuisine.

She ordered dozens of expensive dishes and bottles of wine, saying some friends of hers would be joining us later.

"Honey, I need to step out for a bit. I'll be right back to celebrate your birthday with you."

But I waited until the restaurant was about to close. She never came back. Her friends never showed.

When I pulled out my card to pay, the manager said, "Mr. Dickerson, this card has been frozen."

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"Frozen?"