Unworthy Wife To Billionaire Queen

On the day of our eighth wedding anniversary, I lost our baby in the crushing anonymity of the Chicago L-train.

Someone shoved mea frantic commuter, a faceless blurand I went down. By the time I reached the hospital, the white tile floor was the last thing I saw before the world went dark. When I woke up, my husband, Bennett, wasn't there. He told me over a crackling phone line that a "crucial client" required his undivided attention. He left me to sign the surgical consent forms with a shaking hand, alone in a room that smelled of antiseptic and grief.

While I lay in that narrow cot, my body hollowed out and aching, I saw the notification pop up on my phone. Lacy, Bennetts "childhood best friend"the girl hed spent a lifetime protectinghad posted a series of high-gloss photos on Instagram. She was leaning against a brand-new Porsche, its metallic paint gleaming under the dealership lights.

The caption read: When a man loves you, you don't have to ask. His heart is wherever his checkbook is.

I looked at the photo. There was Bennett in the background, handing her the keys with a look of doting adoration I hadn't seen directed at me in years. I felt a hysterical laugh bubble up in my throat. With a numb thumb, I tapped the heart icon. I liked the post.

Seconds later, my phone screamed to life. It was Bennett.

"What is wrong with you, Brooke?" he barked, his voice sharp enough to draw blood. "Lacy is the face of this companys branding. I bought her a company car to maintain our image. Whats with the passive-aggressive like? Who are you trying to embarrass?"

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

"If you're so bored that you have time to stalk her socials, get your ass into the office and actually do some work. Stop looking for drama where there isn't any."

He hung up before I could tell him our child was gone. Then, he blocked my number.

In the silence of the recovery ward, something inside me finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break; it was a quiet, clean severing. Love without reciprocity isn't a relationshipits a debt that can never be repaid. And I was done being the creditor.

I stayed in that hospital bed until the sun dipped below the skyscrapers, turning the city into a grid of cold, neon lights. Bennett never called back.

Lacy, meanwhile, was having the night of her life. Her stories were a non-stop loop of "sweet moments." More photos of the car, a video of them clinking champagne glasses at a rooftop bar. The comments were flooded with envy.

Bennetts comment sat at the top, pinned: Money is meant to be spent. As long as youre happy, Lacy, its worth every penny.

I stared at that sentence until the words blurred. I thought about my own bank statements. For three years, I had taken the train every morning and every night to save money for his startup. Five dollars a day. Thats what my life was worth in his ledger.

Did he forget? Did he forget he had a wife who was six months pregnant, struggling through the morning rush while he played Prince Charming for another woman?

I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My head spun, but I forced myself to stand. I checked myself out against the nurse's advice and walked straight to a dealership. I didn't go to Porsche. I went to the luxury boutique downtown and used Bennetts black cardthe one he gave me years ago "for emergencies"to buy a custom pink Range Rover. Totaled, upfront, no financing.

When I got home, Bennett was actually there, which was a rarity. He smelled like expensive gin and Lacys perfume. He pointed a shaking finger at the sales contract on the kitchen island.

Brooke, have you lost your mind? he screamed. You spent six figures? On a car?

I looked at him, feeling nothing but a dull, heavy vacuum where my heart used to be.

Youd have to work ten years at your little job to earn that kind of money, he sneered. You think youre in the same league as someone who deserves a car like that?

When Bennett first started his firm, I worked three jobs to keep us afloat. When he landed his first major contract, he got down on one knee and gave me that card. He told me his money was my money. He told me to never worry again.

I had been so careful. I had squeezed every penny because I wanted him to succeed. I had squeezed myself into a tiny, quiet corner of our life so he could have the whole room.

And now, he was asking if I was worthy of the money I had helped him make.

I had a miscarriage today, I said, my voice eerily calm. Im not in the mood for the subway.

Bennett froze. A flicker of somethingguilt, maybe, or just the inconvenience of the truthcrossed his face. But he quickly smothered it, grabbing the contract and crumpling it.

This is because of Lacys car, isnt it? Youre throwing a tantrum like a child.

He stepped closer, his eyes scanning my face with disgust. Look at yourself, Brooke. Youre haggard. You don't wear makeup, you don't dress up. Youre going to look like a joke driving a car like that.

His words were like a serrated blade, sawing at the remains of my spirit. I took a slow, shallow breath.

Youre right, I said. Ive let myself go. Ive spent too many years worrying about your needs. That stops now.

A sharp, tearing pain spiked in my lower abdomen. I turned away from him, clutching the counter, unable to even catch my breath. He let out an annoyed huff and tossed a set of keys onto the table.

Look, business hasn't been great lately. We need to be smart. Lacy heard you were struggling with the commute and she offered to let you use her old sedan. Be grateful for once.

I looked at the keys. They were attached to a faded keychain with Lacys initials. A hand-me-down. A victory trophy. She had the million-dollar upgrade; I got her scraps.

In the past, I would have screamed. I would have demanded he see me. Now? It didn't matter.

I managed a thin, cold smile. Its only fair, I suppose. Shes taking my secondhand husband; I might as well take her secondhand car.

Bennetts face turned a violent shade of red. Are we still on this? Lacy brings value to the company. What do you do? Im out there killing myself, and you cant even keep a pregnancy viable! Marrying you was the biggest mistake of my life!

He slammed the bedroom door. Minutes later, I heard him snoring.

I sat on the sofa in the dark, hands pressed against my stomach, until the clock hit midnight. Then, Bennetts phone chimed from the bathroom. Hed left it on the counter. He scrambled out of bed to get it, but I was already sitting in the shadows of the hallway.

I heard Lacys voice, a saccharine pout, leaking through the speaker. Are you still awake? Are you with her?

Bennetts voice was a low, desperate whisper. Of course not. I wouldn't touch her. Im just thinking about how much Id rather be with you right now, you little brat.

The pain in my gut flared, a white-hot agony that spread to my fingertips. My phone slipped from my hand, clattering against the hardwood.

Bennett jumped, spinning around to see me sitting there.

What the hell is wrong with you? Creeping around in the dark like a psycho! He yelled to cover his embarrassment. Then, seeing I wasn't fighting back, he tried a softer, patronizing tone. Look, Im stressed. Clients are calling at all hours. Just stop the drama, Brooke.

Okay, I said.

The simplicity of my answer caught him off guard. He walked over, trying to put an arm around my shoulders. The scent of himthe history of usmade me physically ill. I pushed him away.

Im not fighting, Bennett. Truly.

His face heated up again. For gods sake! If youre going to be this cold, then just leave! Stay if you want, or get out. I don't care anymore!

He threw on a jacket and walked out, the front door nearly rattling off its hinges.

I let the tears come then. They soaked into the sofa cushions, hot and heavy. For eight years, I had sat in the dark waiting for him. I had swallowed my pride and my identity, hoping he would eventually come back to the man I fell in love with.

But that man was a ghost. Or maybe he never existed at all.

As the sky turned gray with the coming dawn, I pulled out my phone. I dialed a number I hadn't called in nearly a decade.

Mom? I whispered. I was wrong. I want to come home.

On the other end of the line, my mother started to cry. Oh, honey. My girl. Don't cry. Im sending a car. Whatever happened, it doesn't matter. You have me. You have us.

I broke down. When I married Bennett, my family had been horrified. They wanted someone from our world, someone who understood the weight of our name. I had been so "empowered" by my love for him that I cut them off. I moved to a city where I had no one, just to prove I could build a life from nothing.

And now, I was left with exactly that. Nothing.

My phone rang again. It was Bennett.

Ive got a cold and I need some food, he said, his voice flat, as if the night before hadn't happened. Make that seafood chowder I like and bring it to the hospital. Lacys checked inshes feeling under the weather too. No onions.

I gripped the phone until my knuckles turned white. Fine. Ill be there.

Years ago, when we were dating, Bennett pulled me out of a kitchen fire at my dorm. Hed bought me a bowl of soup to stop my shaking. Id bring him this one last bowl. Consider it a receipt for a debt finalized.

I wrapped myself in a heavy coat and went to the hospital. When I walked into the private suite, I saw Bennett sitting on the edge of the bed, peeling an apple for Lacy.

Lacy looked at me, biting her lip with a performative shyness. Oh, Brooke. Im so sorry. Im just so congested, and I cant stand the hospital food. Bennett was so worried, he insisted you bring your homemade stuff. You aren't mad, are you?

She didn't look sick. She looked triumphant.

I set the thermal container on the table and looked at Bennett. He wouldn't meet my eye. Lacys stomach is sensitive, he muttered. Since you were up anyway, it wasn't a big deal.

I stood by the door, waiting. I wanted to end it here. But Lacy wasn't done. She leaned into Bennett, complaining about the temperature, demanding he feed her the soup like she was a helpless child.

I checked my phone. My mother had sent Sebastian, the son of her closest friend and the man Id grown up with, to pick me up. Hed just texted that he was downstairs. As I started to reply with my location, a group of women burst into the room.

Lacys "squad." High-maintenance, loud, and clearly looking for a target.

There she is! the leader shouted, pointing at me. The little home-wrecker!

Before I could speak, a hand slammed across my face. The force of it sent me stumbling back. Then a foot caught me in the ribs, sending me to the floor.

You ugly, pathetic bitch! they screamed, their kicks landing indiscriminately. How dare you try to steal Bennett from Lacy? Look at youyoure nothing! Youre a ghost!

I saw her harrassing them on the street last week, another hissed. Shes obsessed with him. She made Lacy sick with the stress!

I curled into a ball, trying to protect my stomachthe stomach that was still cramping from the surgery. Im his wife! I screamed through the blood in my mouth. Lacy is the one you should be looking at!

A heel came down hard near my hip. The pain was blinding. I felt a warm rush of fluid between my legsthe after-effects of the miscarriage turning into a hemorrhage.

They dragged me by my hair into the center of the room, forcing me onto my knees in front of Lacys bed.

Bennett isn't married, you delusional slut! they laughed. Tell her, Bennett! Tell her who she is!