All Chapters of My Billionaire Husband Faked His Downfall: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The necklace was my grandmother's gift for my eighteenth birthday.When Lance went bankrupt, I took the necklace and its matching earrings to the pawnshop, trading them for cash to ease the financial crisis that had come crashing down on us.He saw the hesitation in my eyes as I handed it over, and he pulled me close, his arm around my shoulders. "Lucy, this is from your grandmother. Why don't you hold onto it?"Tears streamed down my face as I shook my head, refusing his suggestion.At that point, our phones were ringing non-stop with calls from creditors. Day and night, the relentless sound of debt collectors pushed me to the brink of collapse. And then there was Lance, already sinking into depression.His hand trembled on my shoulder as he watched me cry, promising me through the tears that once he got back on his feet, he would buy the necklace back.But a year had passed since. I'm twenty-nine now, and his promise remained unfulfilled.The necklace, sealed away in the pawns

After the auction ended, I unexpectedly stumbled upon a post on social media titled, "The Man Who Once Pursued Me Is Married, But I Regret It."The cover photo featured a ring adorned with a small wave pattern. It was the very ring that Lance kept hanging around his neck, day and night.Intrigued, I clicked on the post. The second image was a selfie of the poster. I immediately recognized her as the woman who had been by Lance's side today.The third photo appeared to have been taken recently. It showed their clasped hands adorned with the rings, the backdrop unmistakably that of the auction venue from earlier.The caption read: "The man who once pursued me is now married. Now that I'm back in the country, I find that he's still willing to spend a fortune on gifts for me. Do we perhaps still stand a chance?"In the comments, some users condemned her as a mistress, to which she replied, "We were lovers to begin with; I just went abroad. That woman used underhanded tactics to forc

In truth, I was lying. The excuse about seeing someone else was just a way to push him toward divorce. But the part about meeting someone today—that was real.Last night, shortly after I had returned to my room, I received a friend request from a stranger on Telegram. He said he had something important to give me and insisted that I meet him at a downtown restaurant at 1 PM. At first, I dismissed it, uninterested, until he sent me an audio clip that made me reconsider. After hearing it, I agreed to meet him.Lance leaned over, his hands braced on either side of me, his expression dark and brooding. "Who is it?"I smiled slightly. "None of your business.""So you're divorcing me because of him?" he asked.I shook my head, and the smile vanished from my lips."Do you have any idea that my father died because of you? He worked three days and nights without rest, trying to resolve the bankruptcy crisis. He didn't sleep, and in the end, he suffered a brain hemorrhage. You're the r

Blood fell, and Sarah's scream of pain filled the room. She clutched her ear, but the crimson liquid still seeped through her fingers.Lance jumped in shock, stepping back and pulling Sarah farther away from me.I let out a cold snort. "You think you're worthy of wearing this?"Then I shot Lance a glare and said, "She should consider it a compliment I slapped her. Has she even looked at herself? What gives her the right to challenge me?"Just then, Michael pushed open the door after finishing his call. He raised an eyebrow, surprised to find two unexpected guests in the room at this moment.The sight of Michael made Sarah recoil like a mouse spotting a cat. Despite the pain, she scrambled behind Lance, desperately seeking shelter.Michael walked over to me. When he saw the red mark on my face, his usual smile slipped from his features. His face hardened. He called for the waiter and asked for a bag of ice, which he handed to me for the swelling. Then, turning toward Sarah, his