Chapter 3Listed for Sale on Prime Day—My Wife Never Expected a Buyer

Samantha didn’t come home that night.

I sat up all night on the couch, the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. Finally, around nine in the morning, she walked in, ignoring me and heading straight to the bedroom.

“Stop right there!” I shouted, my voice seething with anger.

“Where did you sleep last night? I called you dozens of times, and you ignored every one,” I demanded.

“Oh, I stayed with Tyson. Is that what you wanted to hear?” she shot back.

“Do you have any shame left at all?”

“Shame? Is that worth anything? If you’re so hung up on pride, why don’t you try earning some money? Then you can throw it in my face—I’d let you.”

I was gritting my teeth, every muscle tense with fury.

“You’re unbelievable,” I growled.

“Yeah, I’m realistic.”

That’s not what she said when we were dating.

Back then, she claimed she didn’t care about my money, that she loved me for me. She promised that whether we were rich or poor, she’d stay by my side, no matter what.

“Things change. How could I have known you’d go bankrupt? Believe me, I’m even more upset about it than you.”

I was left speechless.

Suddenly, her phone chimed with a notification. She checked it, and her face went from smug to stunned, eyes wide with disbelief.

“This… this can’t be real…”

“Dexter, someone actually bought you—for the rest of your life,” she said, flabbergasted.

“What?”

“Look.” She showed me the screen.

The order showed someone had bought out my entire future—$250,000, paid in full.

For a moment, I couldn’t believe it either.

“Look at the buyer’s profile… looks like she’s pushing 70. Dexter, you hit the jackpot, caught yourself a rich lady,” she laughed.

“Cancel the order.”

“Why would I cancel it? This is a once-in-a-lifetime windfall!” she said, practically gleeful.

“But your note said that whoever bought ‘the rest of my life’ would mean a divorce. Are you really going to go through with that?” I was fuming.

“Of course. I’ve been wanting a divorce for a long time. Honestly, even if some rich lady hadn’t bought you, I would have filed in a few days anyway. You know I can’t stand you anymore—I resent you.”

“So after the divorce, you’ll go to your rich lady, and I’ll go back to my first love. Win-win.”

“And that $250,000? Consider it compensation for the hell you’ve put me through these last two years.”

“I can’t believe you actually said that.”

I knew her heart was with Tyson now. Staying together would be torture for both of us. The only reason I didn’t want a divorce right now was that I couldn’t stand the thought of it happening while I was down and out.

“Dexter, please, just let me go,” she pleaded.

“And if I say no?”

“Then you’ll have a constant rain cloud over your head, and I’ll just keep on living my life without a care.” She smirked.

“You shameless—” I started to yell.

“Just words, and you’re already at your limit. What would you do if I actually followed through?” she taunted.

“You…”

She interrupted as her phone lit up again with a notification.

The buyer had requested Samantha’s phone number, and soon enough, her phone started ringing.

Samantha put it on speaker. A raspy voice crackled over the line.

“I’ve already paid for your husband’s future. When are you going to file for divorce?”

“Tomorrow. But… ma’am, you won’t go back on this, right?”

“Of course not. Just bring the divorce certificate, and he’s mine.”

“Thank you so much, ma’am!” Samantha could barely contain her excitement. She quickly saved the number, then immediately called Tyson.

“Tyson, I have the money! Now you can start that gaming agency. You said you needed $200,000? Well, I’ve got $250,000!” she said, practically bursting with joy.

Watching her celebrate while I sat there, sold, my blood boiled with rage. She’d pawned me off, taken the cash, and planned to pour it all into Tyson’s future.

There was no way I’d let her win that easily. She wouldn’t cancel the order, but maybe the buyer would.

“I’m going downstairs to grab some smokes,” I muttered, heading out.

“Fine by me. I’ll get started on the divorce papers!” she said, all but beaming.