My Billionaire Husband Faked Being Poor , So I Let Him Keep His Mistress

To save my son from leukemia, my husband worked himself to the bone every single day, burying us under hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt.

After my son died, I threw myself into three jobs at once, pushing through until my stomach bled, all so Dominic Ashford wouldn't have to carry the weight alone.

On his birthday, I decided to surprise him on his business trip. I gritted my teeth, spent half a month's wages, and bought the last available ticket.

The flight attendant wheeled the meal cart over and leaned down with a smile. "Ma'am, for lunch we have Wagyu steak and cod.