His Fake Marriage Saved My Fortune

Three days before my sons fifth birthday, I sat on the edge of his bed, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. I asked him what he wanted this year, hoping to get a head start on the preparations.

Toby blinked his big, innocent eyes.

A bright, enthusiastic smile spread across his face.

"When I grow up, I want to be just like Daddy and have two wives!" he chirped, his voice bubbling with excitement.

"One to stay at home like a tired old hag to scrub the floors, and one to keep outside who is pretty and fun."

The air left my lungs in a sharp, painful gasp.

I looked down at the faded kitchen apron tied around my waist. I caught my reflection in the dark windowpanemy hair was thrown into a messy, utilitarian bun, my face pale and exhausted.

I had spent the last seven years working myself to the bone, keeping our home spotless and raising our son, only for Daniel to cheat on me behind my backand worse, teach our five-year-old to view me as nothing but a worn-out servant.

Toby tilted his head, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Oh, and Mommy? Daddy said hes going to make you disappear. Is he going to turn you into a kid like me so you don't take up so much space?"

A cold, bitter laugh escaped my throat.

So, Daniel thought a few million dollars in his bank account gave him the right to play emperor and build a harem.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in years.

"Dad," I said, my voice trembling but absolute. "Pull the funding from Daniels company. Cut him off completely."

"He doesn't deserve a single cent."

The line went quiet for two agonizing seconds.

"Done," my father replied, his voice thick with protective rage. "Anyone who dares to humiliate my daughter has lived a comfortable life for far too long."

There were no demanding questions, no doubts. Just the immediate, unwavering shield of a father's love.

My throat tightened, and hot tears threatened to spill over.

Seven years ago, I had practically severed ties with my family for the sake of Daniel Ward.

I had hidden my wealthy background, packed my bags, and squeezed into a damp basement apartment with him. We survived on instant ramen while pulling all-nighters to rewrite his business proposals.

We had built everything from nothing. We went from scraping pennies together to owning a luxury estate and a thriving enterprise.

And this was how he repaid me. By raising a mistress in the dark.

The front door clicked open.

Daniel walked into the foyer. Strutting right behind him, with an insufferable air of entitlement, was a woman in a perfectly tailored designer suit and flawlessly airbrushed makeup. Gemma Cox.

Gemma didnt even glance at me. She bypassed me entirely and walked straight toward Toby, holding up a massive gift bag filled with expensive, imported sweets.

She offered him a saccharine, practiced smile.

"Toby, look what Mommy brought you today. Come here, let Mommy give you a big hug."

Mommy?

My fingernails dug so deeply into my palms that they nearly broke the skin.

Toby had a massive sweet tooth, but I strictly monitored his diet. He had an incredibly sensitive stomach; even a small amount of processed sugar could leave him crying in pain with severe diarrhea. Gemma was dangling the ultimate temptation in front of a toddler.

Tobys eyes lit up. He grabbed the bag of treats and squealed.

"Wow! So many candies!"

Gemmas smile widened, triumphant. She leaned down to pull him into her arms.

"Such a good boy. Aren't you going to say thank you to Mommy?"

She threw a smug, pitying glance over her shoulder at me.

My chest constricted. I held my breath, waiting for the blow.

But Toby took a step backward, clutching the bag tightly, and said in his clear, childish voice:

"Thank you, Aunt Gemma."

Then he turned and ran straight back to my side.

He looked up at me, his eyes wide and pleading.

"Mommy, can I please have just one tiny piece of candy? Just a little one?"

A wave of profound relief washed over me.

Gemmas face instantly froze.

I gently patted Toby on the head, swallowing the bitter taste in my mouth.

"Im sorry, sweetheart, but you know we can't. Remember what happened last time you ate those? Your tummy hurt so badly you cried all night."

Though disappointment clouded his face, Toby obediently handed the bag back to her.

"Okay. Then I won't eat them."

Gemmas expression turned incredibly sour.

Her eyes darted around the room before she knelt down again, trying to salvage her pride.

"Toby, if you just call me Mommy, I promise to buy you whatever toys and sweets you want every single day. You can eat as much as you want. How does that sound?"

I braced myself, wondering if my five-year-old would succumb to the bribe.

But Toby merely frowned.

He looked at her with utter seriousness.

"I don't want to. I only have one Mommy. Aunt Gemma, don't you have your own children?"

A sharp, hysterical laugh almost escaped my lips.

Gemmas mask cracked completely.

Furious and embarrassed, she spun around and threw herself into Daniels arms, weeping theatrical tears.

"Daniel, look at him! I went out of my way to buy him the best gifts, and he treats me like an intruder!"

Daniels face softened with immediate pity.

His expression darkened as he turned to glare at Toby.

"Toby, how dare you be so disrespectful"

"That is enough!" I barked, cutting him off.

"Daniel, you know damn well that Toby has a severe gastrointestinal condition. One bag of those sweets could land him in the emergency room. Are you seriously willing to compromise your own sons health just to appease your mistress?"

Daniel stiffened, caught off guard by my sudden ferocity.

Then, his jaw tightened, and he adopted a tone of supreme arrogance.

"He's a kid. Its your job to manage his diet. Raising him properly is your duty, Helena. Don't blame Gemma for trying to be a good parent."

My duty.

So, in his eyes, I was nothing more than an unpaid, live-in nanny.

"Helena, lets not beat around the bush anymore," Daniel said, his voice cold and transactional.

"Gemma is the love of my life. Seven years ago, I didn't have the money to give her the life she deserved, so I let her go because I didn't want her to suffer with me. But now that I am a success, I am going to have her by my side."

A dull, heavy ache settled deep in my chest.

So that was the truth. I was never his partner. I was merely his stepping stone, his safety net during his years of poverty.

"In three days, at Tobys birthday gala, I will publicly announce Gemma as my wife," Daniel continued smoothly. "As for you, youve worked hard these past few years. You can stay here and continue managing the household. Ill make sure youre taken care of."

He wanted to reduce me to a shadow. A hidden, shameful domestic servant while his mistress paraded around in my place.

The humiliation felt like a thousand needles pricking my skin.

"No need," I said, my voice dead and cold. "Were going to the courthouse tomorrow to file for divorce. You can marry whoever you want. Im leaving."

Daniel remained silent for a long moment.

For a fraction of a second, a flicker of guilt crossed his features.

"We can't get a divorce."

A wave of absurdity washed over me.

"Don't push your luck, Daniel. Do you honestly think you're some medieval lord who can keep a wife and a concubine under one roof?"

Daniel cleared his throat, looking away.

"I mean... that marriage certificate we got seven years ago? It was fake. We were never legally married."

"Fake?"

I froze, the ground beneath my feet suddenly feeling like quicksand.

"You were pressuring me so hard to marry you back then, and I didn't want to hurt your feelings," he said, dismissively waving his hand as if he had done me a great favor. "So I hired a guy to print a fake certificate to keep you happy."

I wanted to scream, but only a dry, self-deprecating laugh emerged.

I remembered the night we "married." He had held my hands under the dim streetlights, swearing an oath to the stars:

Helena, once I make it, Im going to buy you the biggest house in the city. Im going to make you the happiest wife in the world.

I had believed every single lie. I had sacrificed my youth, my family, and my body to build his empire.

And it was all a calculated, seven-year scam.

Gemma leaned her head against Daniels shoulder, a patronizing smirk playing on her lips.

"Helena, you've really outdone yourself these past few years. But don't worry, from now on, your only job is to make sure Toby is looked after."

Daniel squeezed Gemma's hand affectionately.

"Gemma is incredibly kind-hearted. Don't go taking your bitterness out on her. Just behave yourself in this house, and I'll make sure you always have food on your plate."

I could hear the unspoken threat vibrating beneath his words.

If I didn't play along, he, the powerful CEO, had a million ways to make my life a living hell.

My eyes stung with unshed tears.

Toby tugged gently at the hem of my shirt, whispering softly, "Mommy, don't cry. Toby will protect you. Daddy is mean, and that lady is mean too."

My son's quiet voice broke the dam. Tears spilled over my cheeks. I knelt down and pulled him into a desperate, tight embrace.

I looked up at Daniel, my gaze cutting through him like broken glass.

"Keep dreaming, Daniel. I will never be your dirty little secret. I am taking Toby, and we are leaving tonight."

I stood up to go upstairs and pack our things. Even if I had to leave with nothing but the clothes on my back, I would not spend another second in this house.

But Daniel stepped in front of me, his face turning dangerously dark.

"Leave? To where? You haven't worked a day in seven years. Youve been living off my dime, wearing my clothes, eating my food. You think you can just walk out?"

"And Toby is my son. He stays here."

"Living off your dime?" My voice shook with pure rage.

"Where did you get your startup capital, Daniel? When your company was on the verge of bankruptcy, who bowed her head and begged clients for mercy? Look me in the eye and tell me you would have any of this without me!"

Daniels eyes flickered with a brief moment of shame.

But his arrogance quickly returned.

"Stop living in the past. I succeeded because of my own brilliant mind."

"You will be at the gala in three days, Helena. You will play the supportive, quiet domestic partner, and you will not make a scene."

"If you don't, I will make sure you never lay eyes on Toby again."

I stared at him, utterly paralyzed by his cruelty.

He was using our son as a hostage.

Seven years of love. Seven years of devotion. All thrown to a pack of wolves.

My heart died in that very room.

Seeing me stand there, pale and silent, Daniel assumed I had surrendered. He wrapped his arm around Gemmas waist and led her toward the stairs.

"Get some rest," he called out over his shoulder. "Gemma will find something suitable for you to wear tomorrow. Look at yourselfyou're an embarrassment to my reputation."

I held Toby close to my chest, my face cold, but a roaring fire of hatred began to consume my soul.

I had been willing to walk away and chalk this up as a lesson learned in blood. But since they wanted to drag me into the dirt, I would make sure they drowned in it.

The next morning, before I was even fully awake, Gemma kicked my bedroom door open.

She walked in like she owned the place, holding a cheap plastic grocery bag. She tossed it onto my bed, and a few faded, worn-out thrift store dresses spilled out.

"Here you go, Helena," she sneered, her eyes dripping with malice.

"At your age, these are perfect for you. No need to look too flashy."

I stared at the pile of rags.

This was her idea of "finding me something suitable." She wanted to humiliate me publicly, to make sure I looked like a charity case at the gala.

"Gemma, you are playing a very dangerous game," I said, my voice deathly quiet.

"What I wear is none of your business."

"None of my business?" Gemma laughed, a sharp, grating sound.

"Daniel told me that I run this house now. Youre just a dried-up old housewife. Putting expensive clothes on you is a waste of money anyway."

Dried-up old housewife.

The words stabbed deep. I looked at myself in the vanity mirror. Years of endless cooking, cleaning, and stressing over Daniels company had taken their toll. My skin was dull, and there were dark circles under my eyes.

I had given up my beauty for him.

And this was the reward.

Seeing my pale face, Gemma grew bolder.

"Daniel has only ever loved me. If I hadn't gone abroad years ago, you wouldn't have even gotten a foot in his door. You were just a placeholder, Helena. Now that the queen is back, the maid needs to step aside."

She paused, leaning in close.

"And Toby is going to be mine. I can't have children of my own, so he will be my legal son. If you know what's good for you, you won't fight me on this. Otherwise, I will make sure you end up on the streets."

So that was her angle. She was infertile, so she wanted to steal my child to secure her place in high society.

Before I could reply, the door opened, and Daniel walked in.

Seeing us standing face-to-face, he didn't hesitate to bark at me.

"Helena! What did you do to upset Gemma now? I told you to show her some respect!"

Gemma immediately dissolved into a pout, clutching his arm.

"Daniel, don't be mad. I was just trying to help Helena pick out an outfit for the gala, but she threw a tantrum and threatened me."

"I threatened you?" I let out a harsh laugh.

"Daniel, look at what she brought me. Rags. And you expect me to let this woman raise my son?"

"Enough!" Daniel snapped, waving his hand impatiently.

"You're a shut-in housewife who can't even hold a proper conversation. You think you're qualified to raise a child who will inherit a multi-million-dollar estate? Toby will have a much better future with Gemma as his mother."

Looking at Daniels cold, unfeeling face, my mind drifted back to five years ago.

I had hemorrhaged during childbirth, nearly dying on the operating table. When I finally woke up, Daniel was kneeling by my bedside, sobbing like a child, kissing my hands.

Helena, I swear to God, I will never let you suffer again. I will spend the rest of my life making you happy.

Back then, I believed his tears. I thought every sacrifice was worth it.

Now, he was not only breaking every promise he had ever made, but he was also trying to steal the child I had nearly died to bring into this world.

I stopped arguing. I clenched my fists and forced myself to remain silent.

If I fought him now, they might lock me up or take Toby away before I could act.

Two days.

I just had to endure two more days.

And then, I would tear their lives apart.

The day before the gala arrived.

The mansion was a whirlwind of activity. Catering staff and decorators bustled in and out, preparing a grand welcome for the citys elite. It was designed to be Gemma's grand debut as the new lady of the house.

I was treated like a ghost, pushed into the shadows.

Gemma had ordered the maids to throw away my personal belongings. She even converted my bedroom into her walk-in closet, banishing me to the tiny maid's quarters in the back of the house.

I endured it all.

I was waiting for tomorrow, when every single debt would be paid in full.

That evening, Toby clung to my neck, crying and begging me to read him a bedtime story.

Gemma walked past the doorway, her expression souring instantly. She marched into the room and tried to yank Toby away from me.

"Toby, come to Mommy. Ill tell you a much better story."

"Stop clinging to this woman."

But Toby held onto me with all his tiny might, shaking his head and crying out.

"No! She is my mommy! I don't want you!"

Gemmas fake sweet persona shattered. She bared her teeth in a sudden, ugly rage.

"Toby!"

"Let me tell you somethingtomorrow, you are going to call me Mommy whether you like it or not!"

"You better get used to me, or I'll tell your father to throw you out on the street!"

Toby flinched, terrified by her venomous tone, tears streaming down his face. Yet, he still bravely shielded me, standing on his tiny legs.

"You're a monster! I won't call you Mommy! I only want my mommy!"

"You little brat!"

Gemmas face twisted with malice, and she raised her hand to strike my son.

I lunged forward, throwing myself between them.

"Gemma! If you have a problem, take it out on me! Don't you dare touch my son!"

"Take it out on you?" Gemma sneered.

"You're right. Toby was always a sweet boy before you poisoned his mind against me."

"I think its time someone taught you a lesson!"

She reached out, grabbing a handful of my hair.

Instinct took over. I raised my arms and shoved her away.

I didn't use much force, but Gemma seized the opportunity. She stumbled backward, dramatically collapsing onto the hardwood floor, sobbing hysterically.

The door burst open. Daniel, hearing the commotion, rushed into the room.

He didn't ask questions. He didn't look for evidence. He immediately assumed I was the monster.

"Helena, have you lost your mind?!"

He rushed over to pull Gemma into his arms.

He turned his head to glare at me, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.

"How dare you lay a hand on Gemma!"

"I didn't touch her! She tried to strike Toby, and I was protecting my son!"

I knew tomorrow would bring the end of this nightmare, but the sheer injustice of his accusation made my chest heave.

"Liar!" Daniel spat, a vein pulsing in his forehead.

"Gemma is the gentlest soul I know. She would never hurt a child."

"You're just consumed by jealousy. Apologize to her right now!"

"I will not apologize. I did nothing wrong."

I stood tall, refusing to bend.

"You won't?"

Daniels temper flared.

He raised his hand and delivered a brutal slap across my face.

The sharp crack echoed through the quiet room.

My cheek burned like fire, and a high-pitched ringing filled my ears.

But the physical pain was nothing compared to the cold shock of reality.

He had actually hit me. For her.

Toby screamed, throwing his little body over mine, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Bad Daddy! You hurt Mommy! I hate you!"

The tears finally fell, cold and bitter. Not because of the pain, but because the last remaining trace of my youth had just been violently erased.

Seven years of devotion, ending in a slap.

Daniels eyes flickered with a brief moment of panic, but his face hardened again as he looked down at Gemma, who was whimpering in his arms.

"You brought this on yourself," he said coldly.

"Behave yourself at the gala tomorrow. If you make a scene, I will destroy you."

With that, he lifted Gemma into his arms and walked out, leaving me alone on the floor with my sobbing child.

I gently stroked Tobys hair, my voice a quiet, lethal whisper.

"Don't cry, Toby. Tomorrow, Mommy is going to take care of everything."

"No one will ever hurt us again."

Toby looked up, nodding through his tears, trusting me completely.

The night of the gala arrived.

Daniel and Gemma stood at the grand entrance of the ballroom, greeting the city's high society, looking every bit the picture of a wealthy, successful couple.

Meanwhile, I was forced to sit in the darkest, dampest corner of the room, wearing the faded, patched-up dress Gemma had thrown at me. I was a spectacle.

Whispers and mocking giggles drifted over from the surrounding tables.

"Is that the CEO's first partner? She looks like a kitchen maid."

"First partner? Please. I heard she crawled into his bed while Gemma was studying abroad. She's just a glorified nanny."

"Look at her clothes. How embarrassing."

I sat in silence, a cold smile playing on my lips. These were the same people who, just a year ago, had kissed my hand and begged me to introduce them to my father's business associates. Now that they thought I had fallen from grace, they couldn't wait to kick me while I was down.

Daniel stepped up to the microphone on the stage, clearing his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us for my son Tobys fifth birthday."

"Tonight, I would also like to make a special announcement."

He reached out, drawing Gemma to his side.

"The true lady of the Ward estate, and the mother of my child, is Gemma Cox."

As the crowd erupted into polite applause, confirming Gemma's status, the whispers around me turned into outright jeers.

"So she really was just a placeholder."

"Hey, Helena, since Daniel is done with you, maybe you can come clean my house next? I'll pay you more than he did."

Toby ran up to me, throwing his arms around my legs, glaring at the crowd.

"She is my mommy! She's not a servant! Stop saying mean things to my mommy!"

I held my crying son tight, my body trembling with a mixture of rage and anticipation.

Gemma, seeing Toby still clinging to me, gestured to the security guards with a look of pure venom.

"Guards, take the child away from her."

"Daniel, this bitter woman is clearly brainwashing Toby to cause a scene. We need to handle this."

Faced with the judgment of his wealthy peers, Daniels face hardened.

"Guards, drag Helena down to the basement. Lock her in the cellar for ten days. Let's see if a little starvation teaches her how to behave."

Two heavy-set security guards immediately lunged forward, grabbing my arms and ripping Toby away from me.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Toby screamed, his voice raw with terror.

I struggled, trying to shield him, but a guard violently grabbed my hair, dragging me backward across the marble floor.

The room filled with mocking laughter, drowning out my son's desperate cries.

Suddenly, Daniels personal assistant burst through the double doors, his face pale as a ghost. He ran up the stage, whispering frantically into Daniel's ear.

"Sir... our largest investor has just pulled all their capital. Our stock is crashing. We are completely bankrupt!"

The microphone picked up his panicked whisper, and the laughter in the ballroom died instantly.

A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the room.

Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, the massive oak doors of the ballroom were slammed open.

A dozen tall, imposing security guards dressed in black suits marched into the room, forming a human corridor.

And then, a tall, grey-haired man with an aura of immense authority stepped inside.

"Unhand her. Whoever touches my daughter dies tonight."