Chapter 2The Secret Millionaire Husband

Next morning, Jason went to shower, leaving his phone by the bed.

I was about to get up, his phone screen suddenly lit up.

A text message popped up.

From a securities company.

"Congratulations Mr. Jason, your account profit has exceeded $5 million, please pay attention to market dynamics."

My brain buzzed, instantly blank.

Trembling hands, I picked up his phone.

I tried entering his birthday.

Error.

I tried entering our wedding anniversary.

Error.

Ghost-driven, I entered his first love's birthday.

Screen unlocked.

Heart instantly, cold as ice.

I clicked that text, confirmed not a scam.

Then, I found that securities APP.

Opened it, a string of piercing numbers stabbed into my eyes.

Total Assets: $5,201,345.88.

Just today's profit was over thirty thousand.

More than I earn setting up a stall for a year.

I felt the world spinning, almost unable to stand.

I clicked his WeChat.

Pinned group chat, named "Single Aristocrats".

I clicked in, saw shocking chat records.

Just last night, he sent a two-hundred-dollar red envelope in the group.

Someone asked him: "Brother Jason, where did you make a fortune recently?"

Jason replied: "What fortune, being a lord at home, served by free nanny, so cool."

A bunch of envious emojis below.

Another person said:

"Brother Jason awesome, when are you kicking that yellow-faced woman?"

Jason sent a proud emoji:

"Soon, wait till I squeeze the last bit of oil from her family, then let her roll."

"Heard sister-in-law is setting up a stall to support you recently? So touching."

"Touching my ass, that's my wife-taming technique. If I didn't say I was unemployed, would she obediently sell the jewelry her mom gave her to pay my mortgage? Stupid woman, must be treated like this."

My blood, completely cold.

I lowered my head, looking at my hands that didn't look like hands.

Where chilblains burst, black blood scabs formed.

I clicked Jason's phone album again.

Inside were selfies of him consuming at five-star hotels last week, background gorgeous crystal chandeliers.

And his newly bought watch worth tens of thousands.

I suddenly remembered, for the past half year, he even asked me for money for a pack of ten-dollar cigarettes.

I opened the family billing APP, started checking crazily.

During his so-called unemployment, every month there was a transfer record of three thousand dollars.

Remark was pocket money.

But the recipient, was a WeChat ID completely strange to me.

I continued scrolling down.

I saw the withdrawal record of the only fixed deposit certificate at home.

Fifty thousand.

That was what we saved for three years, agreed to keep for future children.

Also secretly taken by him.

I took out a calculator, calculating one by one.

Married for three years, my salary, bonus, stall income, all money subsidizing family, added up to nearly two hundred thousand.

And he, behind my back, saved five million two hundred thousand.

Water sound in bathroom stopped.

I locked the screen quickly, put the phone back, heart pounding.

Tears fell uncontrollably, I covered my mouth hard, not letting myself cry out.

Jason walked out wrapped in a towel.

He didn't even look at me, walked straight to the bed, complaining:

"What the hell, water heater broken again? No hot water at all."

I lowered my head, hiding red swollen eyes with hair.

Inside heart, already dead ashes.

Burning, only monstrous hatred.