My Fake Bankrupt Husband Is A Tycoon

Chapter 6

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silence inside the shop is deafening, broken onl

my body in a sudden

smeared across the floor. This shop was my life. It was my

ken pieces of a ceramic pot. I try to push the pieces together, but my fingers

even pool, a strong

p is firm, hauling me away

" he c

aid kit under the counter, and pulls a sterile wip

m such a burden. You helped me, and now look at this. I don't e

ess grips his chest. He thinks of his massive, empty estate in New York. H

ce is stiff. "We are legally

y good hand. "But we're annulling it tomorro

. He remembers my li

d as you told your mother, I have massive credit card debt. I

y lips. The tension in my chest

s Jennings: Buy a standard, middle-class apartment in Cen

helps me dig my small suitcase out from under a falle

y hand. We walk out, and I l

City. The car is quiet. I lean my head against

ing. We take a creaky elevator to the third floor. Ethan

furniture is basic IKEA. There is a

enuinely impressed. "It

presses a physical shudder of disgust. His b

m again, but my phone vibra

elp. Boss is forcing me to work a double shift. I ca

in my veins.

g toward the door. "My sister is stu

ns. "I'll

gh today. Gas is expensive, and you ne

b the spare key off the co

ng room. He watches from the window as I spr

s into the small kitchen and opens the fridge.

es and meat. A massive headache

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“I was trapped in a greasy diner by my own mother. She was forcing me to marry my abusive cousin because he had paid her twenty thousand dollars. To escape, I used a contract marriage app and begged a complete stranger to marry me at City Hall that very day. Ethan drove a cheap Ford and wore a plain suit. I thought he was just an ordinary guy needing a fake wife. When my mother found out, she brought thugs to destroy my flower shop-my only home and livelihood. To protect Ethan from her endless extortion, I shielded him and screamed that he was bankrupt and drowning in credit card debt. My mother fled in disgust, and Ethan took me into his apartment for the night. But out of trauma and habit, I locked my bedroom door, muttering that he must be old and desperate. He stormed out into the freezing night, leaving me terrified that I had ruined my only lifeline. I didn't understand why he was so furiously offended, completely unaware that my "broke" husband was actually the most ruthless billionaire in New York, and I had just trampled his massive ego. The next morning, his face was a mask of ice as he dragged me back to City Hall to annul the marriage and get rid of me. "Annulment. Now," he demanded. But the clerk just popped her gum and slid a pink paper across the counter. "State law changed. Mandatory thirty-day cooling-off period."”