Chapters 1

Chapters 1

My husband earns five million a year.

He is eight years older than me.

I was still a college student when I met him.

We got together very quickly.

Back then, he gave me 5,000 a month.

I thought it was a fortune.

My parents didn’t give me a cent for living expenses in college; they told me to be self-sufficient. If even my own parents wouldn’t support me, who else could I count on for money?

But my husband gave it to me.

I thought he truly loved me.

So, I was completely devoted to him.

Even though I felt like he belonged to my uncle’s generation-there was such an age gap that I was embarrassed to be seen with him-I still believed his love was real.

But that belief was soon shattered.

One time, he got drunk.

I checked his phone.

He had added a lot of women and frequently transferred money to them in the middle of the night.

The chat logs were incredibly simple.

Usually, it was just: “Up for it?”

Then an address.

It was obvious he was hiring pros.

I wanted to break up with him on the spot.

I was afraid of catching something.

But my husband was very careful about safety; he always used protection with me and made me get regular checkups. In his chats with others, there were also various medical reports.

In a group chat with his friends, his evaluation of me was: “She’s a college student-young, clean, and cheap. 5,000 a month is enough. I pay those hookers more than 5,000 for a single night.”

So that was what he really thought of me.

He even encouraged his friends to find their own college girls to keep.

Suddenly, I didn’t want to break up anymore.

Because I saw the balance in his WeChat wallet: 18,569,873.08.

I carefully counted the digits three times. It was eight figures.

I wouldn’t have dared to dream of a sum that large.

I stayed with him.

I often claimed my parents were sick and needed money for treatment. He probably didn’t think a few tens of thousands here and there was a big deal, so he transferred it to me.

But he still refused to increase my monthly allowance.

Fortunately, fate stepped in-he got into a car accident.

It was quite serious.

The doctor told him in the hospital room that he’d injured his “lower half.” He might not be able to perform anymore, and he definitely couldn’t have children. I was eavesdropping outside.

I took care of him in the hospital, playing the part of a simple, naive, and innocent girl from the countryside to perfection.

He was deeply moved.

He even increased my monthly pocket money to 20,000.

What a stingy bastard.

After he was discharged, he couldn’t wait to propose. He claimed he wanted to be a DINK and asked if I could accept that.

I looked at him with starry eyes and nodded, signaling my consent.

And so, we got married.