I stumbled back home in a daze.

Opening the door, I looked around the cramped rental apartment, noting how it didn't even have a TV. A bitter smile crept onto my lips.

What a stark contrast indeed!

I remembered when I suggested buying a $500 second-hand TV, Owen had smiled and refused.

He said we could just watch shows on our phones—why waste the money?

At the time, I thought it made sense.

After all, between work and my side job, I barely had time to watch anything anyway.

I was relieved we didn't spend the money on a TV unnecessarily.

But now... now I realize how foolish I was.

I met Owen through an online game. I wasn't very good, and during that match, all my teammates were cursing at me—except for Owen. He was the only one encouraging me.

After the game, I added him as a friend.

We chatted for just a week before we decided to meet in person.

From the moment I saw him, I fell for Owen—he was like a ray of sunshine, warm and comforting.

He told me he came from a poor, remote village. His family had been so destitute that the entire village had to scrape together enough money for his college tuition.

My heart ached for him. I paid for that first meal without hesitation.

Later, I learned that after graduating and starting his own business, Owen was betrayed by a close friend, leaving him with a million-dollar debt.

I was devastated and vowed to help him pay it off.

We officially became a couple.

Less than three months later, I married him, ignoring my parents' objections. No jewelry, no dowry, just a simple hot pot dinner that cost less than $100.

Thinking back on all of this, my eyes started to sting with tears. It felt like a thousand knives were stabbing my heart.

How foolish I was!

I moved out of my family home and into this cramped apartment with Owen.

Both our salaries, plus what Owen made delivering food, went towards paying off his debt.

What I earned from my part-time job covered all our household expenses.

I transformed from a refined girl who once spent money without blinking into a thrifty housewife who haggled for five minutes just to buy a head of cabbage.

For two whole years, I hadn't bought myself a single new outfit.

The only shoes I owned were the $50 sneakers Owen had given me as a wedding gift.

And even those were falling apart.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.

I never imagined that the man I had slept beside for over 700 nights had been lying about everything—except his name.

I grabbed my phone and typed "Thomas Group Owen" into the search bar.

The heir to a century-old family, the golden boy of the financial world, a business genius worth billions...

As I stared at the search results, my fingers tightened around my phone until my knuckles turned white.

So, this is who my husband really is.

I couldn't help but laugh. But then, in the middle of laughing, I started crying.

I just couldn't understand—why would Owen lie to me like this?

Was this some rich person's... perverse game? Or a test?

I reflected on the past two years, and Owen had seemed like the perfect husband.

He always saved the best food for me, eagerly took on household chores, and gave me daily massages...

These weren't lies, but it's also true that he lavishly spent tens of millions yesterday on that girl named Hannah....

I was overwhelmed with pain.

Sadness engulfed me.

Unable to hold it together any longer, I crouched down, holding my head, and cried bitterly.

Even after my voice grew hoarse, my emotions remained tumultuous.

I propped myself up by the dining chair and looked at the table, where two bread rolls I had prepared for Owen still lay untouched.

He had said he was too rushed for work to eat them.

Now, the bread was hard and cold.

My heart turned icy as well.

Ding!

At that moment, my phone buzzed with a message from Owen.

"Baby, I plan to deliver a few more orders tonight, so I'll be home later."

I managed a bitter smile.

Owen might have forgotten that I had linked my phone to his for the purpose of delivering him dinner during his shifts.

I could track his real-time location anytime.

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