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"David Miller thinks his wife is a lazy freeloader. For five years, he’s believed she lives off his 15,000-a-month sa|ary—and he’s grown to hate her for it. When he finds a job posting that pays 120,000 a month, he snaps. He demands she “stop being use|ess,” get a job, and “pay back” the m0ney he claims he’s spent supporting her… even brings his mother over to shame her into obedience. Sophia doesn’t argue. She doesn’t cry. Because David has no idea who he married. The truth? Their “marital home” was bought by Sophia, paid in full, and gifted to David under his name on their wedding day. She’s been paying every bi||. And she owns seventeen more properties—quietly collecting rent that’s eight times his sa|ary. So when David threatens divorce, Sophia simply agrees… and hires a lawyer. Now the man who mocked her for having “no income” is about to learn: the wife he tried to control is the one who’s been carrying him all along." """One hund//red and twenty thou//sand!"" David Miller shoved his phone in front of my face. ""Look at this! This job pays 120,000 a month!"" I glanced at the job posting on the screen. ""Now look at you,"" he sneered. ""Sitting around at home all day, not earning a single cent."" I set the phone down. ""I've told you before, I didn’t need the m0ney."" ""Don't need it?"" His voice rose. ""You're living off my m0ney! I only make fifteen thou//sand a month! Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to support you?"" I just looked at him. For five years, he never knew that my monthly rental income was eight times his sa|ary. … ""You're getting a job tomorrow."" David slammed his bowl down on the table. I looked up at him. ""I said I don't need to."" ""Don't need to?"" He scoffed. ""You're thirty years old. What can you even do besides lounge around the house?"" I stayed silent. ""Look at Ella,"" he went on. ""She's a manager now, pulling in twenty thou//sand a month."" ""Now look at yourself."" I picked up some food with my fork. ""I'm doing ju
