My Billionaire Wife Faked Being Poor

My wife, Adora Caldwell, was sick again and terrified of calling in. She was shivering on the bed, truly frightened.

I wanted to call her office myself to clear her absence, but she pleaded with me, her hand clamped tight around my arm. She just needed me to comfort her, to promise I wouldn't go near her work.

But I went anyway. For her.

The receptionists eyes widened in confusion as I spoke.

You have to be joking, sir, she said. The person youre asking about is our CEO.

And our CEO, Ms. Caldwell, comes in and leaves with her husband every day.

Her husband doesnt... look like you.

In the next second, the glass elevator doors parted, and my wifewho should have been confined to a sickbedstepped out, leaning into the arm of Trenton Trent Abbott, her college sweetheart.

Our eyes met, and the polished smile on her face froze.

I looked at the designer clothes, the gold shimmering on her wrists, and the diamond earrings that must have cost more than my annual salary. I laughed until tears streamed down my face.

Those earrings alone are more than I earn in a year, I choked out. And you spent seven years pretending to be a $50,000-a-year junior accountant.

You told me your startup failed and you were drowning in debt. I sold the only house my parents ever left me to cover your debts. I sold code all day and drove for a delivery app all night. I pushed myself so hard I had a bleeding ulcer and still couldnt afford to take a day off!

Tell me, Adora. Why did you play me for a fool?

Adora stammered, unable to speak.

Trent laughed, patting my shoulder like I was a kid whod lost a playground fight.

Dont blame her, man. The night she married you, she swore to me that everything she hadher body, her assetswas still mine.

So dont reach for things that dont belong to you.

Seven years of marriage. I thought we were building a life of quiet solidarity. Instead, Id been nothing more than a temporary stand-in in someone elses play.

But I was Mark Harrington, her legal husband.

Could they really take everything and leave me with nothing but a memory of betrayal?

Shut up, Trent! This is between us! Adora, tell me yourself. Is this true?

I cut off Trents smug monologue, my eyes burning.

Adora sighed, a sound of weary patience.

Mark, listen to me. I just didnt want you to become a freeloader, losing your ambition because you knew I was successful. And I didn't want to hurt your pride. Besides, didnt you promise you would always take care of me?

Stop gaslighting me! Seven years! Adora, weve been married for seven years! Isnt that enough time to know who I am? If I was the type to live off my wifes money, would I have sold the only asset I hadthe house my parents left meto fund your failed business?!

My voice cracked.

Or did you think I was stupid enough to be lied to forever?

She released Trents hand and reached for mine. No, Mark. Its not like that.

I pulled back a step, my footing unsteady on the polished marble floor. My discount store sneakers were worn to the sole, but I hadnt brought myself to replace them yet.

My gaze settled on Trent. He wore Italian leather shoes, a perfectly tailored coat, and a Rolex Submariner flashed on his wrist.

Adora had once joked, "When I make it big, Ill buy you a Rolex so you can flex on Instagram, too."

She bought one, all right.

Just not for me.

Swallowing the bitter taste, I asked her.

Not what? And what about him?

She glanced at Trent. Trent is just a partner.

Trents mouth immediately dropped. Rory!

Adora squeezed his hand, a silent signal, before turning back to me.

He was my first love, yes, but you knew that when we got married. I never hid my past from you.

Now, hes just a business partner. Hes looking to invest in the company.

I ground my teeth. Then what did he mean by what he just said?!

Adora shot Trent a cautious look, then offered a flimsy explanation. Oh, Trent loves to joke around. He was just messing with you

Trent cut her off before she could finish. I wasnt joking. Isnt that what you told me on a video call the night after your wedding? You said it while Mark was sleeping right beside you

Trent! Adora snapped.

He pursed his lips and didnt say another word.

But my heart had already hit rock bottom.

It was all true.

Adora wouldn't meet my eyes. Her tone, laced with guilt, shifted into impatience. Dont listen to his nonsense, Mark. None of it is true. Just go home, I have a client meeting soon. Ill explain everything tonight.

I took a deep, shuddering breath.

You dont have to explain.

Adora, lets get divorced.

Were done. Eight words. Ill take a million dollars for every year we wasted. Thats a fair buyout for our marriage, isn't it? It leaves you free to be with him.

Mark, calm down. Lets go home and talk this through.

I cut her off. You mean that seventy-five-square-foot walk-up with the peeling paint? That home?

I couldnt stop the laugh that felt like a sob.

Her face flushed. Employees arriving for work were starting to slow down and watch.

She grabbed my arm. Dont make a scene here, Mark. Its unprofessional.

Let go. I gritted out.

She held fast. What is this? Youre just mad that I didnt buy you a bigger car? You want to live off my success? Do you have to act like a victim in public?

I let you sleep with me for seven years! I didn't charge you a dime! You should be grateful!

Im telling you now, the more you act like this, the less money youll ever see from me!

I stared at her in disbelief, utterly shocked that these words were coming from the woman Id shared a bed with for nearly a decade. I didnt know her. Maybe I never had.

Trent watched us wrestle, then sneered.

Come on, Rory, this is embarrassing. Were going to be late.

Didnt you promise to get me that new watch before the client meeting?

Adora agreed instantly.

Yes, Trent, absolutely. And Ill trade in your car for the new model, too. We need to project the right image for these meetings.

Trent shot me a triumphant look. Hear that? Rorys money is my money. Eight million for a divorce? Keep dreaming.

But, hey, you looked after Rory for me all these years. That counts for something. If you call me bro right now, Ill talk to her about getting you a new pair of shoes to replace those discount store sneakers.

The words hit me harder than a slap.

I thought of the endless budgeting, the five-year-old coat I refused to replace, the video game skins I couldnt justify buying, the shame of being called a poor loser while driving delivery late at night for a few dollars an hour.

Humiliation washed over me.

As Trent leaned closer, his face twisted in a smug, mocking expression, I used every ounce of strength I had left and punched him square across his privileged jaw.

Trent stumbled back a few steps.

Time seemed to stop.

After a few seconds, he registered the pain, his face contorting in pure rage.

You piece of trash! You pathetic cuckold! Rory! He hit me!

Adoras reaction was immediate. She threw herself in front of Trent, cradling his face in her hands.

Mark, are you insane?!

She then grabbed her heavy designer bag and swung it at me, the metal hardware catching me on the cheek. I didnt have time to dodge. My face stung, a fiery, blinding pain.

Gritting my teeth, I yelled at Adora: Dont push me to hit you!

She screamed back: Push you? Try it! If you had any balls at all, you wouldnt have to threaten me!

Youre the one with no ambition! Seven years and youre still just a code monkey! If you were successful, would you have to drive delivery after work for seven years?!

Youre a failure! Take your frustration out on the right person: yourself! You have no one to blame but the loser you are!

Ive been so embarrassed to even mention your name to people!

Blood was seeping from the scratch on my face, warm and sticky, but quickly turning cold.

I felt frozen.

I thought of the long nights coding, the toxic boss who dumped all the impossible work on me, the constant overtimeall because he knew I was desperate to pay off my debts and couldn't risk quitting.

I never told Adora any of this, fearing she would worry.

Now, that same raw pain had become the knife she was plunging into my back.

I looked at them, my voice a cold rasp.

Adora, as of today, we are even.

She paused. What?

You think eight million is too much? Fine. The money you owe me, the blood you just drewI will get it all back, dollar by dollar, in a court of law.

That includes our joint assets, the company she started with my money, all the profits, the house, the cars, and the watches she bought Trent. Everything. I would have my half.

Trent snapped his head up. Dream on!

I didnt answer. I simply turned and walked toward the exit.

Every step sent a sharp throbbing pain through my cheek.

Every step was marked by blood.

But my back was straight. A man can be knocked down, but he cant be broken.

As for whether I was dreaming, I didn't need to answer him. My lawyer would.

It was dark when I left the lawyer's office.

I walked home, my face throbbing, and opened the door to see an open suitcase in the middle of the living room.

Adora was packing a dress. Trent was sitting on the sofa.

Youre back?

Adora looked up, her tone as calm as if nothing had happened.

Good. I need to talk to you.

Trents health isnt good, and that punch you threw earlier caused his heart condition to flare up.

The doctor said he needs constant care. Im going to stay with him for a few days.

I picked up a foil packet of condoms lying on the corner of the suitcase. Is this also a prescription from his doctor? Did Dr. Feelgood write this?

She snatched the box from my hand with an irritable jerk.

It must have been caught in the folds of the dress. I didn't even notice. Youre so paranoid.

I know youre upset, and Im letting it go. Trent needs me right now. Ill explain when I get back.

Need.

When she needed me, I was always there.

When I needed her, she was with him.

Was that fair?

No.

But marriage was never about fairness; it was about willingness.

I had been willing for seven years. Now my heart was dead, and my willingness had run out.

Fine, I said, and walked into the bedroom.

I opened the closet and started pulling out her things.

My hand froze when it touched a photograph.

It was our wedding picture.

She was radiant, and my eyes were full of light.

Mark, what are you doing?

She followed me in, her voice finally tinged with panic.

Youre leaving, arent you?

I didnt turn around, tossing the framed photo into the trash bin.

Im helping you pack. Saves you a trip.

I told you, its only for a few days

Then dont ever come back. Take your things, and the man who needs you, and get out.

Adora retrieved the picture from the bin, gently placing it back on the dresser. Stop being dramatic. Ill be back the second hes recovered.

Trent appeared in the doorway.

Adora barely glanced at him, saying with practiced ease, Its fine. Ill have the accountant wire you ten million tomorrow.

Before her phone screen went dark, my eye caught the heading of a document on it. Trents tenth 'business proposal.'

Ten million dollars. How many late-night delivery runs, how many lines of code would that take me?

I might die of exhaustion before I earned that much.

I thought of the news reports of programmers who suffered fatal stress at 32. If I hadn't discovered this betrayal, if I had continued to work myself sick to pay her 'debts,' that might have been my ending.

Trent, hearing the reply, looked at me, a sly smile on his face.

What are you peering at my proposal for, Mark? Thinking of starting your own company?

He'd caught the look in my eyes.

Adora spared me a dismissive glance. Dont be silly. Hes not cut out for this. He can barely tell a bull market from a bear market. Hed probably buy the dip right after the crash. Hell be an employee his whole life.

I cut her off with cold finality. Are you finished?

She froze.

I pointed to the door. Then get out. Get out of my apartment!

Mark, this is our

No. Its mine. I pay the rent, the utilities, I bought the furniture. What exactly have you contributed besides living here for seven years?

She opened her mouth, but the words didnt come out.

Because it was the truth.

For seven years, I not only wired her a monthly allowance for her debts, but I covered every single household expense.

I scrimped to buy her expensive bags and makeup, terrified her friends would look down on her.

The reality? She was rich. Filthy rich. She was playing me for a fool while lavishly funding another manand claiming they were just friends.

Adoras voice dropped to a cold threat. Fine, Im going. But dont you dare regret this!

Go!

The door slammed shut, and the room was abruptly silent.

Too quiet. I could hear the refrigerator humming, and the frantic drumming of my own heart.

I sank slowly to the floor, tears falling onto the woodone drop, then two.

A man in his thirties, weeping like a lost child.

After an eternity, my phone vibrated.

I picked it up. A photo from an unknown number.

On a luxurious hotel bed, Adoras sleeping face was nestled against Trents chest.

A line of text followed: Thanks for making this possible.

I stared at the image for a long, long time.

Then I typed my reply: Thank you, too. You just helped me take out the trash.

Sent.

My private investigator had told me Adora was meticulous; he had never been able to get proof of physical infidelity.

Now I had it.

The next day, I stood outside the Human Resources glass doors, staring at the ridiculous document in my hand.

Embezzlement? $3.2 million?

Absurd.

I was a Senior Backend Engineer. The largest expenditure Id ever approved was a team equipment upgrade. How could I possibly move $3.2 million?

I addressed the HR director coldly: I need to see the system logs and the full audit report.

The director adjusted his glasses, a hint of pity in his eyes.

The company has been acquired, Mr. Harrington. Youll have to ask the new owner.

And who is the new owner?!

A Mr. Abbott.

I flung open the door to the CEOs office. Sure enough, Trent was sitting behind the desk. Beside him, Adora was reviewing documents, head down.

Well, well. Look who it is. Our star engineer. Trents smile was sickeningly bright. Mr. Harrington or should I say, former Mr. Harrington?

Blood surged to my head.

But I forced myself to stand still and breathe deeply.

Adora, the audit report is forged. Procurement requires three levels of approval. I only have recommendation rights, not final sign-off. The system logs will prove it.

Adora finally looked up. The system logs were compromised by a hacker, Mark. The records are gone. Funny thing, the only records lost were the ones connected to those specific purchases.

The coincidence made me laugh without humor. I built this companys security architecture. I wrote the firewall rules. Youre telling me it was compromised just like that?

Trent leaned back in the CEO chair, grinning. Thats why we suspect you, Mark. Insider jobs are the easiest, arent they? Changing a few log files, fabricating a few recordsa piece of cake for a big-shot engineer like you, right?

I clenched my fists.

You illegally tampered with the database!

Trent stood up. Evidence speaks, Mark. Right now, every log points to you. Youre looking at a massive civil suit for damages, and maybe even jail time.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. Unless you want to get on your knees and beg me? Maybe then Id ask Rory to take it easy on you.

My stomach churned with pure disgust.

Adora, do you have nothing to say?!

She looked at me, her voice chillingly devoid of emotion. You had sticky fingers, Mark. This is actually a chance for us to help you.

I roared in fury. Help me?! Havent you played me for a fool for seven years? Now youre using this low-life trick to destroy me completely? You hate me that much? You wont be satisfied until youve ruined my life?

Her face paled.

Trent lunged, grabbing my arm. Who the hell do you think youre yelling at?!

Let go! This is what you wanted, isnt it? To see me beg? To watch me crawl over and kiss your shoes like a dog? Im telling you, youll never see that day!

I spun toward Adora. I wont pay a dollar. I wont accept a single charge. If youve got the guts, call the police! Well settle this in court!

Adoras lips trembled.

She opened her mouth, but Trent cut her off.

Rory, why dont you step out for a coffee and cool down?

She hesitated for a moment, then turned and left.

The instant the door closed, the mask dropped from Trents face.

Mark, lets be honest. Youre not just upset about the money, are you? Youre pissed that Rory chose me. Youre pissed you wont get a huge divorce payout. Youre pissed about the photo.

My body went rigid.

Ah, I hit a nerve.

The photo was nice, wasnt it? Rorys skin is so soft, so smooth like silk

The blood roared in my ears.

What do you want? My voice was a choked sound.

I want you to know you lost, Mark. You lost everything. Rorys body is mine, her heart is mine, and now everything she owns is mine. Including this company. Including every dollar shell ever earn.

And you? Youre just the garbage were cleaning out.

I threw a punch.

It grazed his cheek. Trent touched his face, a flicker of pure malice in his eyes, but he quickly smiled again.

Angry? Mark, Ill give you one last chance. Walk away with nothing, disappear forever, and Ill drop the charges. Ill let you live.

Three point two million dollars, Mark. How many delivery runs is that going to take?

In that moment, the last shred of my sanity snapped.

Just as I lunged, tackling Trent to the floor and raising my fist, the door opened.

Adora stood in the doorway.

Trent wiped the corner of his mouthwhere there was no bloodand cried out, Rory! He attacked me again! I was only trying to reason with him, and he just went crazy!

I tried to explain. I didnt

Enough!

Adora cut me off. She spoke a few swift words into her comms device. Two security guards appeared and instantly grabbed my arms.

One of them delivered a sharp kick to the back of my knee, forcing me down to the floor.

My face was pressed hard against the carpet.

Then, I heard Adoras cold, cruel voice.

Trent, whatever he did to you, you return in kind.

Trent came closer, and then his leather shoe stomped down on my face.

He ground the sole against my cheek, then delivered a sharp, vicious kick straight to my nose.

My nose burned, and blood immediately gushed out.

I stopped feeling the pain. All I felt was a crushing, pathetic sense of irony.

Seven years of pouring my heart and soul into this marriage, and this was my reward.

Adoras voice was icy. Mark, you just cant learn your lesson. Im calling the police right now. Lets see how tough you are when youre facing a grand larceny charge.

The words were barely out of her mouth when her phone rang.

She answered it, confused.

As she listened, her expression grew tighter, harder.

When she hung up, she stared at me in disbelief. You you actually filed for divorce?