For a Hundred Million: I Told My Husband to Drop Dead Chapter 1

I woke up to find a naked stranger lying next to me, not my husband.

My husband stood by the bed, his voice cold. "Divorce. You're leaving with nothing."

My head throbbed. I tried to recall what happened.

Dylan's startup had failed, and he was on the brink of bankruptcy.

To help him raise funds, I'd had my mother's heirloom appraised.

The appraiser said the jade bracelet was worth over a hundred million dollars and even gave me a buyer's contact info.

That night, Dylan cooked for the first time, celebrating this sudden fortune.

I had a few too many drinks and fell into a deep sleep, vaguely sensing Dylan's fervent passion in bed.

The next thing I knew, it was midday...

I looked at Dylan. "Wait, let me explain!"

I scrambled up, finding my clothes scattered on the floor.

The man beside me was still asleep.

I dressed as quickly as possible and rushed to the living room. Dylan was there, face grim, smoking. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, were also present, their expressions like thunderclouds.

Mrs. Jenkins glared at me, a venomous look in her eyes. "Dylan works his fingers to the bone, and you pull this kind of disgusting stunt? You're a disgrace! Why don't you just drop dead?"

"Mrs. Jenkins, listen to me—"

"Don't you dare call me that. It's sickening."

The disgust in her eyes seemed to overflow. "Just looking at you makes my eyes burn. How can you be so shameless? I remember you used to say you'd tear anyone who cheated limb from limb."

"I actually thought you were pure. How could I have been so blind? I never imagined you'd be such trash. If I'd known, I would have never agreed to your marriage with Dylan."

"Alright, that's enough from you." Mr. Jenkins cut her off. He looked at me. "We caught you in the act, plain and simple. Don't bother explaining, we're not interested."

"Dylan's mom and I will stand by whatever Dylan decides."

My husband, Dylan, pointed to the divorce papers on the table. "Sign them. We'll go our separate ways."

I picked up the divorce papers silently. Everything was spelled out in black and white.

All real estate and cars would go to Dylan. I would also have to pay Dylan a million dollars for emotional damages.

One clause, in particular, stood out.

I was to return the jade bracelet that Mrs. Jenkins supposedly gave me.

Seeing that line, I instantly understood everything.

I said nothing, walking back into the bedroom.

Sure enough... the jade bracelet in the jewelry box was gone.

Sudden disaster and untold riches often turn family into foes.

They were trying to seize my jade bracelet to claim that hundred million.

And here I was, yesterday, thinking of sharing that joy with Dylan first, only for him to stab me in the back.

And...

I looked at the man still in bed. Dylan would stop at nothing to get his hands on that hundred million.

Face grim, I returned to the living room. "Give me back the jade bracelet, and tell the man in there to turn himself in, or I'm calling the police."

"Calling the police?" Mrs. Jenkins glared at me. "You have the nerve to call the police?"

I ignored her, looking directly at Dylan. "Are you returning it or not?"

Dylan crushed his cigarette underfoot. He looked at me. "Out of respect for our marriage, I'll give you one chance. Sign the divorce papers right now, or I'll call the police."

He wanted to call the police too?

I wanted to see what grounds he'd use. I wanted to see how he'd twist the truth once the cops arrived.