Chapter 1

I hid my identity and married a poor guy, all because his mother told him from day one of our relationship: *A man who treasures his wife gets blessed by fortune.*

My husband, Ethan Barlow, treated her words like a holy commandment.

When I casually mentioned wanting seafood, he’d drive to the docks at midnight just to pick out the freshest crabs for me.

When I didn't feel like walking, he’d carry me on his back up sixteen flights of stairs.

Later, he started a gourmet seafood chain. Within a few years, his business skyrocketed.

He went from a fishmonger at a local market to a multimillionaire CEO.

Everyone said I was the luckiest woman alive, pampered by my husband so much that I couldn't even unscrew a water bottle cap myself.

Until last week, when a famous heiress from Manhattan’s high society set her eyes on him.

Ethan came home and handed me a divorce agreement, along with a transfer of fifty million dollars in assets.

"Sera, this fifty million is your compensation."

"The wife I need now is someone who can stand beside me as an equal."

I calmly signed my name, turned around, grabbed my purse, and went to the bank.

Looking at the bank statement showing my true personal balance of over thirty billion dollars, I couldn’t help but laugh.

Since Ethan didn't want to pamper me anymore, I guess I'd just find a hotter, sweeter, poorer young guy to spoil instead.