My husband always assumed I was nothing more than a useless, penniless housewife. He cheated on me with my own employee, stole money from me, and treated me like dead weight. The moment he found out I’d inherited $47 million, he walked into my hospital room, dropped divorce papers on my blanket, and tried to discard me like I was nothing.
But in court, my lawyer exposed the one secret I’d kept for eight years—and it flipped the entire verdict in my favor.
I still remember the sting in my ribs as I tried to sit up, the sharp smell of antiseptic hanging in the air, when Daniel walked into my hospital room. No flowers. No concern.
Just that same condescending look he’d worn for years whenever he told me I “didn’t understand how the real world worked.” To him, I was just Emma, his quiet wife who stayed home, cooked dinners, and doodled designs in her spare time.
For eight years, he had believed I was nothing more than a quiet, average housewife who spent her days sketching designs “for fun,” as he so often mocked. He never cared enough to know I ran a small but promising fashion studio behind the façade of our garage. He didn’t even notice the talented employees I had hired—like Mia, the young assistant he would eventually betray me with.
I learned about the affair the same morning I collapsed from internal bleeding.
My doctor suspected stress had contributed, but the real cause was a car accident I got into driving home after seeing Daniel’s messages to Mia—messages that were explicit, arrogant, and worst of all, mocking me. He had even stolen from the studio’s business account to fund their little weekends away.
When I opened my eyes in the hospital, Daniel didn’t ask if I was okay. He sat beside me, tossed a stack of papers onto my lap, and said,
“Let’s not drag this out, Emma.
Sign the divorce papers. You have nothing, and I’m done pretending.”
He didn’t know that two days earlier, my attorney had contacted me with news so surreal I’d needed to sit down: my estranged aunt, the only family connection I had left, had passed away—and left me $47 million. Daniel thought I was broke, but the truth was that I had become one of the wealthiest women in California overnight.
He also didn’t know the biggest secret I had kept for years.
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