My name is Isabella.
In my husband Gary’s eyes, I was just a “simple housewife.”
No job. No ambition. And according to him—useless.
What Gary didn’t know was that I am the secret owner of Vanguard Global Holdings, an empire worth $5 billion.
I own shipping lines, hotels, and technology firms across Asia.
Why did I hide it?
Because I wanted Gary to love me for who I truly was—not for my money.
When we first met, he was kind. But as he climbed the corporate ladder (in a company that was secretly my subsidiary—something he never knew), his ego grew. He became arrogant, hot-tempered, and verbally abusive.
Then came the night of his Promotion Party.
He had just been promoted to Vice President of Sales.
I was preparing to wear my gown when Gary entered the bedroom, holding a hanger.
“What are you doing, Isabella?” he asked coldly. “Why are you holding that gown?”
“I’m getting dressed for your party, hon,” I said with a smile.
He laughed mockingly, snatched the gown from my hands, and threw it on the floor.
“You’re not a guest,” Gary said firmly. “Don’t act like a First Lady. At this party, I need someone to serve. We’re short on waiters.”
He shoved a hanger into my face. Hanging on it was a black maid’s uniform—with a white apron and headband.
“Wear this,” he ordered. “You’ll serve drinks. That’s all you’re good at anyway, right? Being a servant. And one more thing… don’t you dare tell the guests you’re my wife. You’re embarrassing. Just say you’re a part-time maid.”
My heart shattered.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to tell him I could buy his entire existence.
But I stayed silent.
This was my final test. I wanted to see how deep his cruelty truly went.
“As you wish, Gary,” I whispered.
When I went downstairs, I saw a woman sitting on the sofa.
Tiffany. His secretary. Young, beautiful, heavily made up.
But what crushed me most was what she was wearing around her neck.
My grandmother’s emerald necklace.
The heirloom that had gone missing from my jewelry box that morning.
“Babe, does it suit me?” Tiffany asked Gary while touching my necklace.
“Perfect,” Gary replied, kissing her. “It suits you better than the worn-out woman who used to own it. You’ll sit beside me tonight at the Presidential Table. You’re the one I’ll introduce as my partner.”
Tears fell as I adjusted my apron in the kitchen.
He took my dignity.
And now, he had given my family’s legacy to his mistress.
