My Husband's Regret: He Let Me Be a Nude Model for a Rich Tycoon

Every time my debt-ridden husband stayed overnight at his female assistant's place, he would order a million-dollar coffee from my coffee shop.

After three years of marriage, my bank account balance had reached 96 million.

Until my husband bought my coffee for the 97th time, I received a screenshot of the order from his female assistant.

"I want Miss Johnson to deliver it personally, and bring some condoms along."

I didn't throw a fit. Instead, I personally delivered the coffee to the female assistant and thoughtfully included a couple's pack of condoms.