When my husband fell seriously ill, I finally had a reason to step into his office after seven years of marriage. All I wanted was to ask for his sick leave. Instead, the receptionist froze, eyes widening as she studied my face. “The man you’re talking about… he owns this company. Our boss and his wife arrive and leave together every day. Unless… you’re not his wife.” In that second, my world cracked open.

His face twisted. “Sunny, please. This has gone too far. Look, I made a mistake. A huge one, okay? But I did it for us. I wanted to surprise you when I made it big, and then I panicked. I was scared that if you knew I had money, you’d… I don’t know. Love me for the wrong reasons.”

I laughed, genuinely amused by the mental gymnastics.

“I loved you when we were sharing instant noodles for dinner,” I said. “I loved you when I scrubbed floors and picked up extra shifts to cover your mistakes. I gave you my security, and you turned it into a secret. You didn’t hide your money because you were afraid I was a gold digger, Steven. You hid it because you liked the power it gave you. You liked watching me stretch pennies while you sat on millions, knowing you could swoop in and play savior anytime you wanted.”

“That’s not true,” he protested. “I can change. I’ll dump her. I’ll sign whatever prenup you want. Just stop the lawsuit.”

“I don’t want you back,” I said quietly. “I want what’s mine.”

“You can’t prove the company is yours,” he snapped. “That dowry was a gift.”

“It was an investment,” I corrected. “And I have the recording.”

His eyes narrowed. “What recording?”