A girl’s parents don’t want her to marry a young man they think is poor, so his millionaire father pretends to be broke and teaches them a lesson.
When Sam Sutton invented a highly sought-after engine sealant, his wealth grew quickly, but his happiness was cut short when his wife Rain fell ill and passed away. Raising his son Will alone, Sam showered him with everything money could buy. However, Will soon realized that people were drawn to him only for his father’s money.
Determined to find genuine friends, Will devised a plan to appear poor while at Yale. It worked, and he met Eddy, a girl who loved him for who he was. When Will proposed, Eddy’s wealthy parents were horrified by his apparent poverty and treated him and Sam poorly.
At Christmas, Sam played along, dressing in shabby clothes and taking the bus to visit Eddy’s family. After they flaunted their wealth by gifting Will a Porsche, Sam handed Eddy the deed to a brownstone in Tribeca. Shocked, her parents realized Sam was actually a millionaire.
In the end, they accepted Will and treated Sam with newfound respect. Will and Eddy married, and Sam stayed close to his family.
The story teaches that money can’t buy love or health, and judging people by appearances can lead to embarrassment.
My Husband Left Me and Our Kids for His Mistress — I Took Revenge after Visiting My MIL
Hannah is startled and heartbroken after she finds shocking photos of her husband, Charles, with his young coworker, Madison. With her world falling apart, Hannah doesn’t know what to do, but a visit to her mother-in-law’s gives her a secret weapon. Can Hannah use this new evidence to get the revenge she deserves?
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Sitting in my living room, I stared at my phone, my hands trembling.
It all started a week ago when my friend Sarah mentioned she had seen Charles with a young woman at a café. I brushed it off, thinking it was a misunderstanding.
But something gnawed at me, and I decided to ask Sarah to keep an eye out.
Now, Sarah’s message popped up with several pictures attached. I opened them, and there they were — Charles and Madison, his 20-year-old coworker, entering a hotel together.
They were laughing and holding hands, the intimacy between them unmistakable.
He shook his head. “No, Hannah. It’s over.”
I realized our life together, the family we built, meant nothing to him.
After Charles left, my life turned upside down.
I moved into a small apartment with the kids, barely scraping by. The settlement I received was meager, barely enough to cover our basic needs. I had hoped to keep things stable for the children, but every month was a struggle to pay rent.
One evening, after putting the kids to bed, I sat down with my laptop to look for ways to make ends meet. My job as a part-time receptionist wasn’t enough, and I started searching for freelance work, anything that could help us get by.
“How could he do this?” I muttered to myself, feeling the sting of injustice.
Charles had lied about the house’s value during the divorce proceedings. He’d manipulated the system to leave me with almost nothing. The unfairness of it all consumed me.
How was I supposed to provide for our children when he had taken everything?
“We did it, Hannah. He’s finally getting what he deserves,” Margaret said, hugging me tightly.
I smiled, tears of gratitude in my eyes. “Thank you, Margaret. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
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