The Billionaire's Broken-Shoed Wife

them. My hundred-dollar monthly allowance-the price for m

, for a new pair, he told me n

hone. He had just donated fifty million dollars

up chat from his

100 allowance," one wife wrote.

to a pet. The humiliation was a physical blow, and I realiz

inside me refu

discreet ad I was looking for, a place whisper

shoes anymore. Thi

d the ca

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ce Hur

wouldn't let the cold seeping through the cracked pavement chill my bones. But my monthl

ce barely a whisper in

ing a pale blue glow on his perfect jawline. "What

g my worn handbag. "They're fal

skin crawl. "Shoes? You have an entire closet full of designer footwe

s flushed hot. "They hurt my feet, and some are too old.

ound.' You are driven. If you need new shoes, tell Marie to order you some. Don't b

every penny I spent, often with a barely concealed sneer. The last time I' d asked for

dependent on him. Every breath, every necessity, every meager comfort was tethere

clutching my bag tighte

harp clatter. His eyes, usually so cold, blazed with s

n smaller. "My wife, working? What would people

llars. I could help pay it back." My family' s crippling mistake, the reas

s." He stepped closer, his shadow engulfing me. "Your job is to be Mrs. Lope

y seeking employment like some... commoner." He took another step, his face just inche

flickered between us, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She made a subtle

y shoes scraping against the pristine marble. The grand res

t to the sterile warmth inside. The city lights blurred through the sudden t

chat from Jason's social circle, t

on just donated $50 million to the ci

ion?! That's insane! He

is just... the wife. Ke

illion. For Kennedy. While

a $100 allowance. Can you believ

They were comparing me to a pet. A pet

ad shut me down, citing "image" and "reputation." He'd even frozen my personal accounts for a month when I secretl

e. He didn't want me to have anything of my own,

rged into a single, burning resolve. I cou

t I was looking for. A discreet ad, whispered about in hushed

tact button. This was it. No t

getting pregnant? Guess Jason wants

ust controlling; he was actively humiliating me. He wasn't just stingy;

Elysian Fields. This wasn't about s

d the ca