After I pretended to be poor and fell off the horse, my husband couldn't regret it
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He swore that it was for the sake of his career and our family.
“Once I become the general manager, I'll announce our marriage immediately!”
But at his promotion banquet, all I saw were his intimate interactions with his secretary,not a word about going public.
Fine,you won’t announce it?I will.
No more hiding—I’m a billionaire heiress with a fortune in the hundreds of millions.
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Today is my husband’s birthday and promotion banquet.
He promised that after his promotion,he’d tell the company,relatives,and friends we’re married.
I prepared a special gift for him.
He opened the box to find a plain watch.
The brand was unfamiliar to him, so he assumed it was cheap, and his dissatisfaction was evident.
“What brand is this watch? The style's not bad, I suppose,”he said,putting it on with a look of distaste.
My mother-in-law saw the watch and got really mad.
Hands on hips,she glared at me,scolding,“It’s your husband’s birthday,and you give him this junk?At least get him a Rolex!”
I wanted to tell them it was a custom-made Patek Philippe, worth several times more than a Rolex—over $30,000.
Before I could say anything, my mother-in-law, seeing that I was about to speak, got even angrier.
She yelled,“Look at what you’re wearing!Spending my son’s money again,you wasteful thing!”
I stood there,watching my husband stay silent,my anger simmering.
I’ve always known she didn’t want him marrying me,thinking I’m just a hotel receptionist.
I took that job to stay close to home.
If I hadn't sent her gifts every holiday to keep her in a good mood, she would have pushed for a divorce long ago.
Fearing she’d misunderstand,I quickly explained, ‘It's his birthday, so I put on something a bit nicer.”
She hated me talking back and was about to snap when my husband glanced at the watch,irritated,and said to her,“Enough,Mom.It’s almost noon.Let’s get to the hotel.And you,”he turned to me,“don’t come.You look ridiculous—embarrassing me.”
Embarrassing?
How?This outfit is a Chanel classic,elegant and refined.
He was so clueless—it really hurt!
My mother-in-law chimed in,“No,let her come.She can help greet guests.She does nothing at home anyway.”
Upon hearing this,my husband nodded instantly.
I swallowed my anger,exhaled,and hurried out.
But they’d already driven off,not waiting for me.
My lips trembled as tears welled up silently.
“It's his birthday,” I told myself, wiping my eyes and taking a cab to the banquet.
As I opened the cab door,an electric scooter hit me.
My ankle swelled up immediately. It was my fault—I opened the door too quickly without checking behind.
Walking was extremely painful, so I called my husband.
“Honey,a scooter ran into my ankle. Could you come meet me at the hotel entrance?”
Instead,he snapped,“It’s a few steps.Stop being dramatic.”
He hung up before I could respond.
I didn't know if it was the pain or his words, but tears started streaming down my face.
Still,it’s his birthday.Clinging to hope for the announcement,I wiped my face and limped to the hotel.
A staff member saw my state,brought a first-aid kit,applied a pain patch,and helped me to the banquet room door.
I entered and saw my relatives and friends already there.
My closest cousin and his wife were chatting with my mother-in-law.
“Happy birthday,honey,”I said to my husband,trying to sound as gentle as I could.
He glared at me.“Didn’t I tell you not to call me that in public?”
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