Chapter 3The Secret Millionaire Husband

I suppressed the monstrous nausea, brought him a bowl of hot porridge from the kitchen.

This was boiled by me waking up at 5 AM using the last bit of rice.

Jason smiled satisfied, he stirred with a spoon, steam reddened his eyes.

"Wifey, hard work for you."

He took a sip, sighed satisfied, then tears flowed from corner of eyes into mouth.

"Blame me for being useless, unable to give you a good life... let you suffer."

I watched him acting quietly.

Suddenly, he mentioned that matter again.

"By the way, about your parents' pension, when will you ask?"

He lit a cigarette.

"I recently knew a friend doing private equity, very high return. You ask your parents to take money out, invest in, double in a year, then we can benefit too."

He not only wants to squeeze me dry, but also lay hands on my parents.

Looking at his greedy face, I sneered inside.

"Jason," I opened mouth tentatively,

"If we have money later, what would you do?"

He blurted out subconsciously:

"Have money? Of course change..."

He stopped abruptly, looked at me alertly, changed words:

"Change to a big house."

One word, already exposed all his thoughts.

Change wife.

"Okay, I promise you."

I lowered head, pretending obedience,

"But my parents, thinking relatively conservative, give me a few days, I persuade slowly."

"Knew wifey is the best."

Jason smiled satisfied, thinking I was completely controlled by him.

I used excuse to go to work, first thing was returning to that pawn shop.

"Boss, the gold ring pawned day before yesterday, I want to redeem."

Boss lifted eyelids, lazily said:

"Late, sent to melt yesterday."

Instantly a sourness surged, I stood on the street, watching people come and go, tears finally burst.

For this man, for this family, I gave my everything.

In exchange, despised and squeezed by him.

Jason, I swear, what you owe me, I want you to pay back thousand, hundred times!

I returned to parents' home.

Looking at parents' gray hair, and their eyes cautiously asking if I have enough money, I was ashamed to show face.

I didn't mention money, just sat with them for a long time.

During period, Jason's life-demanding WeChat messages came one after another.

"How is it? Asked?"

"Talk nicely to parents, when I find job, I will definitely return this money."

"Later when I earn big money, buy big house for parents!"

Looking at those hypocritical promises, I replied three words.

"Parents agreed."

Almost instantly, Jason sent a smiley face emoji, and a kiss.

Face changing speed, disgusting.

Back home at night, Jason unprecedentedly poured me a glass of water.

"Wifey hard work."

He leaned in diligently, eyes full of calculation.

"When can money arrive?"

"My parents said, such a big sum, must see your investment ability to be assured."

I looked into his eyes, calmly said,

"They want to see your mobile banking statement."

Jason's face changed instantly.

"Why look at my statement? What do you mean? Elena, we are husband and wife, you actually don't trust me?"

He started counter-attacking, kidnapping me with ridiculous words like marital trust.

I didn't argue with him anymore.

I turned silently back to room.

Watching his exasperated look, a ruthless plan already formed in my heart.