The Guy Paying me to Be His Girlfriend Became My Husband

My husband gave me half a million per month for living expenses.

Since then, I'd adhered strictly to some rules.

I never checked his phone, never asked where he was going, and never got jealous.

I comfortably played the role of a wealthy wife.

Six months into our marriage, one day he asked me to hand him his phone. The screen lit up accidentally, and a new message popped up. "I've already given birth to the baby."

I was startled and shivered. I realized it was too late to pretend I hadn't seen it.

I could only feign calmness and ask, "Uh, am I supposed to help that woman take care of her baby?"

...

Early in the morning, when I was yawning and queuing up at the cafe below the company to buy coffee, suddenly, I heard a couple arguing behind me. "You think you're fit to be my boyfriend? You won't even buy me a $20, 000 purse. How can I expect you to buy me a Panamera?"

I was curious.

I turned around sharply and saw a glamorous woman throwing her coffee at a guy.

Oh, the drama.

The guy was splashed all over but didn't dodge. He asked coldly, "Are you sure you want to break up with me? Don't you have any regrets?"

"Regrets? The streets are full of broke guys. I don't need you," the woman sneered, crossing her arms.

The guy said with a cold laugh, "You've got guts."

Sensing me watching them, the guy suddenly turned around. His handsome face unexpectedly met my unwashed eyes.

I was so awkward.

I was just about to turn away sheepishly.

But the guy pointed at me and said, "You, come here."

With no one else around, I hesitantly pointed at myself.

"Come here!" he repeated.

I walked over, confused.

Was he going to hit me?

If I fought back, would it be considered self-defense?

"Do you like Panamera?" the guy asked.

"Yes..." Wait, I realized something and said, "Does it have anything to do with you? No matter how much I like it, I can't afford it."

So it was pointless that I liked the car.

"You'll be able to afford it," the guy said confidently.

"Huh?" I was more puzzled.

He handed me a bank card and said, "There's 1.3 million on this bank card. Be my girlfriend for three months, then you can buy it outright."

I stared at him.

At that moment, in my eyes, he wasn't himself; he was a sugar daddy.

"You..." He was about to confirm it.

I quickly took the bank card and spoke so fast as if I was afraid he'd change his mind the next second. "Deal, honey."

He smirked. Then he casually pulled down my cap and ruffled my hair.

He turned back and looked at the woman provocatively. "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're pretty. I prefer the not-so-pretty one. You wanted a Panamera? I'll buy it for anyone but you!"

Huh? What did he just say? I couldn't hear it.

I clutched the bank card and pondered which bank offered the best fixed deposit interest rates.

"You must be pretending. You're lucky to have $13, 000 in your pocket, let alone $1.3 million. Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue while bragging?" The woman rolled her eyes.

I immediately looked up at the guy to confirm if he was lying.

Otherwise, I would sue him in court.

The guy knew what I was thinking about. He raised his hand and pressed down on the back of my head. "Chubby woman, show me your payment code on your social app."

If anyone else insulted my 55-kilogram standard figure, I'd definitely flip out.

But it was like sweet words from the sugar daddy.

I quickly showed him my code, and the guy scanned it with his phone.

Soon, a hefty sum was deposited into my account.

200, 000 dollars... I counted the zeros one by one, and my heartbeat raced. I couldn't hold back a wild grin.

"1.5 million is the price of a Panamera. I previously meant if for you, but now, it's hers," the guy said, pointing at me. His tone was arrogant.

He completely ignored the woman's murderous expression. "Listen up. I have another girlfriend from now on." The guy wrapped his arm around my waist and was ready to leave. "Let's go, honey. I'll take you to the luxury car dealership."