My Husband's Regret: He Let Me Be a Nude Model for a Rich Tycoon
Chapter 1
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.
Seeing how understanding I was, my husband rewarded me by letting me accompany him to a high-end business dinner.
But at the dinner, the female assistant caught the eye of a business partner. She smashed a bottle and held it to her neck, swearing she'd rather die than comply:
"Jack, please don't give me to someone else!"
My usually serious husband suddenly panicked. With red eyes, he begged me to go entertain the business partner.
"I promise it's just drinks. I won't let you suffer any grievances. After tonight, I'll spend time with you properly."
Everyone in the private room was waiting for me to make a scene, but contrary to expectations, I agreed to go in her place.
What the man didn't know was that this was the 97th time he had hurt me.
And I no longer wanted a future with him. I was just waiting to repay the ten billion debt I owed him.
Then we would be even once and for all.