Chapter 1The Billionaire's Test

After pretending to be poor for three years, Julian finally decided I was worthy.

He felt I was good enough to marry him.

To get me to agree, he bought every billboard in South City just to apologize.

Then, fireworks lit up the city for a month straight while he proposed.

But in the fourth year of our marriage, he got his first young, delicate mistress.

When I found out, he didn't panic. He just arrogantly put out his cigarette, looking at me with cold indifference. "Are you sure you want to make a scene? Are the bank notifications not convincing enough?"

I froze for a moment, opened my mouth, but couldn't say a word.

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It wasn't until our wedding anniversary, when that young girl walked in wearing the exact same pearl necklace as me, that I understood a simple truth: you can't live on promises.

But back then, I was still naive.

I tore the heavy South Sea pearl necklace from my neck. The pearls were large and lustrous.

Julian's butler once told me he bid for them personally at auctions. Maybe he bid on too many.

Same size, same quality, same craftsmanship. It was impossible to ignore.

I threw the broken necklace into Julian's face.

Pearls scattered everywhere, rolling onto the carpet.

Julian's face darkened slightly, but he didn't lose his composure. He leaned back in his Italian leather chair, blowing a smoke ring casually. "Amy, are you sure you want to make a scene?"

I clenched my fists, staring at his calm demeanor. Suddenly, all my strength drained away, and my heart turned to ice.

The young girl was terrified by our standoff, hiding behind him like a frightened deer, tears welling up in her round eyes.

He laughed at her reaction, pinching her cheek. "Look at you, so scared."

I stood there, mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out. Just bitterness.

His question was so certain. I had no capital to make a scene.

Three years ago, when my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer, my dependence on Julian grew, and our relationship became unbalanced.

After all, I relied on him for everything.

He arranged the hospital, the doctors, the surgery fees, the recovery costs. Everything.

Including my current comfortable life.

So he didn't even bother hiding his little mistress from me.

Even if I found out, what could I do?