The Billionaire's Disposable Husband

Two years into our marriage, I finally realized I knew nothing about the woman sleeping next to me. I thought Sienna was just a simple, sweet girl from a poor background. Turns out, she was the cold, ruthless CEO of the Vance Group, one of the biggest names in finance. For love, I pinched every single penny. I wore a pair of ten-dollar knockoff sneakers until the soles peeled off, still refusing to throw them away. Meanwhile, Sienna threw money around like dirt. Just for her first love, she bought a twenty-million-dollar luxury estate without batting an eye. How completely... pathetic of me. To ease our financial burden, I took a part-time gig handing out flyers for a luxury real estate development after my day job. I never imagined I would run into my wife there. Watching the woman step out of a sleek Porsche Panamera, I froze. "Sienna...?" I whispered, staring in utter disbelief. I couldn't understand it. Wasn't my wife supposed to be out delivering DoorDash orders right now to help pay our bills? How could she be stepping out of a luxury supercar—the kind I usually walked around just to avoid scratching? I stood there, paralyzed, my eyes glued to her. She wasn't wearing the cheap clothes I had bought her online. She was wearing an haute couture designer gown that cost more than I could possibly imagine. "Does Sienna have a twin sister?" The ridiculous thought popped into my head. The woman in front of me had my wife's exact face, but her aura was completely different. My wife was approachable, warm, like a ray of sunshine. This woman was cold, aloof, and untouchable, like a star high above in the night sky. "I have to be mistaken. There's no way that's Sienna." I chuckled softly, shaking my head. Then, my eyes caught the small red birthmark right on her collarbone. My whole world ground to a halt. My wife had that exact same birthmark. Could it be... that this woman really was my wife? Whoosh! A violent shiver ran down my spine, and the flyers in my hands slipped, scattering all over the pavement. My supervisor frowned, barking at me, "What's wrong with you?" "I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!" I apologized frantically, crouching down to grab the flyers. My hands picked up the paper, but my eyes drifted straight back toward her. She hadn't walked away after getting out of the car. Instead, she turned and held out her hand. I frowned, confused. A second later, a pale, manicured hand took hers. "Sienna, thank you for coming with me today." A handsome man in a tailored white suit stepped out of the Porsche. Boom! My mind went completely blank, as if struck by lightning. It really was her. It was Sienna. "No... this can't be real..." My voice shook. "What can't be real?" My supervisor's voice came from behind me. I scrambled to my feet and turned to him. "Sir, do you know who that woman is?" The supervisor looked confused, then a smirk spread across his face. "Tyler, let me give you some advice. Stick to handing out flyers. Stop daydreaming about some billionaire heiress falling for you." "That's Sienna Vance, the head of Vance Capital. Someone at the very top of the financial world. A broke nobody like you doesn't even exist in her universe." My face went pale. The last shred of hope in my chest shattered. I didn't care about the job anymore. I dropped everything and ran in the direction Sienna had gone. Yet, just as I was about to catch up, all my courage evaporated. I didn't dare walk up and confront her. Instead, I hid behind a marble pillar nearby. I watched the arrogant sales manager bow and scrape before Sienna like an obedient servant. I watched Sienna swipe her black card without blinking, buying a twenty-million-dollar villa for that man. A sharp, stabbing pain tore through my chest. I looked down at the beat-up ten-dollar sneakers on my feet. The sight made my eyes burn. The soles were falling off, but I had refused to throw them out. How completely... pathetic.I stumbled back to our rental apartment like a walking corpse. I opened the door. Looking at the tiny living room that didn't even have a decent TV, a bitter smile tugged at my lips. What a joke. When I had suggested buying a fifty-dollar used TV off Craigslist, Sienna had smiled and told me no. She said we could just stream shows on our phones, that we shouldn't waste money. Back then, I thought she was so sensible. After working full-time and hustling side gigs every day, I never had time to watch TV anyway. I had felt proud of myself for not wasting that money. Now... I realized just how stupid I was. Sienna and I had met playing an online game. I was terrible at it. The whole team was flaming me, but Sienna was the only one who cheered me on. After the match, I added her on SnapChat. We talked for barely a week before meeting in person. From the first moment I saw her, I fell head over heels for her warm, sunny smile. She told me she grew up dirt-poor in a forgotten rural town, and that the whole town had pooled their pennies together just to buy her a bus ticket to college. My heart ached for her, so I insisted on paying for our meal. Later, she told me that after graduating, she started a small business and was betrayed by a partner, leaving her with hundreds of thousands in debt. With tears in my eyes, I promised I would help her pay it all off. We became an official couple. Less than three months later, despite my parents' fierce objections, I married her at City Hall. No wedding. No guests. Just a cheap twenty-dollar dinner to celebrate. Thinking back, tears welled in my eyes, and my heart felt sliced by a thousand blades. I was such an idiot. I moved out of my family's house and squeezed into this tiny, cramped apartment with her. My paycheck, her supposed day job wages, and her DoorDash tips all went toward paying off her "debt." I lived off whatever pocket change my part-time gigs brought in to keep food on the table. I went from a guy who never looked at price tags to a penny-pinching househusband who compared grocery ads just to save fifty cents on cabbage. For two whole years, I hadn't bought a single new shirt. The only pair of ten-dollar sneakers I owned was a wedding gift from Sienna. And the sole had ripped open. I let out a self-deprecating laugh. The woman who had shared my bed for over seven hundred nights was a total lie. Everything about her, except her name, was fake. I pulled out my phone and typed "Sienna Vance Vance Capital" into the search bar. Sole heir to a century-old dynasty. Financial prodigy. Multi-billionaire CEO... Reading the headlines, my knuckles turned white around the phone. So this was who my wife really was. A hollow laugh escaped my throat, quickly turning into choking sobs. Why? Why did she lie to me like this? Was this some twisted billionaire fetish? Some kind of cruel sociological test? I thought back to the past two years. She had played the perfect wife. She always saved the best bite of food for me, rushed to do the dishes, and gave me shoulder rubs when I was tired... None of that felt fake. But her spending twenty million on another man today wasn't fake either. Agony tore through me. The grief was suffocating. I sank to the floor, buried my face in my hands, and wept until my voice was hoarse. Still, the storm inside me wouldn't settle. I used the dining chair to pull myself up. My gaze fell on the kitchen counter. There were two bagels I had toasted for her this morning. She had said she was running late for work and hadn't taken a single bite. The bagels were cold and rock-hard now. Just like my heart. Ding! My phone lit up. It was a text from Sienna. "Babe, I'm going to pick up a few extra DoorDash shifts tonight. I'll be home late." I let out a dry, bitter laugh. Sienna had probably forgotten that to drop off hot dinners for her while she worked, I had set up location sharing on her phone. I could check her real-time location whenever I wanted.I opened the Find My app. Her location was pinned at the city's most exclusive VIP private club. I heard the cover charge alone started at fifty thousand dollars. Fifty thousand. Enough for a down payment on a house in this town. "She really is... loaded," I muttered. After thinking for a few seconds, I decided to go see her and demand the truth. Of course, I couldn't even make it past the club's front doors. It was strictly members-only. Seeing the raw disgust in the bouncer's eyes, I stepped back silently. I didn't go home. I stood across the street in the shadows, waiting. Time ticked by. Just as the freezing wind made me start to shiver, Sienna walked out. The man from earlier wasn't with her. Instead, she was flanked by several wealthy trust-fund kids, all dressed in designer brands. "Hey Sienna, heading back to that dump tonight?" one of the guys teased. "Yeah. Gotta go back," Sienna said with an indifferent chuckle. "Wait, are you actually playing house for real? It's been two years, aren't you bored yet?" a younger woman asked, wide-eyed. "Seriously, Sienna, you didn't actually fall for that broke loser Tyler, did you?" another woman chimed in. Sienna shot her a contemptuous look. "Are you kidding me?" "I just wanted to see how blindly pathetic and infatuated that idiot could get." A roar of laughter erupted from the group. Standing in the shadows not far away, I smiled too. So to her, I was just a brainless, lovesick puppy. A sharp, crushing pain radiated from my chest through every nerve in my body. I felt like I was drowning, gasping for air. She was right. If I hadn't been an idiot blinded by love, why would I have cut ties with my family just to marry her? Why would I have let myself be played like a complete fool? In that moment, my heart completely died. After a brief pause, I decided to toss Sienna out of my life, just like those cold, hard bagels. Rotten food and deceitful relationships belonged in the exact same place: the trash. I stepped out of the shadows and walked toward them. One of the guys was still joking, "Sienna, where did you even find a guy who pays your debts without asking for a dime?" Sienna smirked arrogantly. "I didn't find him. He threw himself at me." Then, as if remembering something, she turned to the group with a serious look. "Listen up. Don't you dare let Julian know that I'm legally married to that idiot." The group nodded in understanding. "Got it, Sienna!" "Don't worry, everyone knows Julian has always been your one true love. Our lips are sealed." "Speaking of which, now that Julian is back in the country, are you two getting back together?" "Well..." Sienna started, then froze. She saw me. Panic flickered across her face. "You... what are you doing here?" "Surprised to see me?" I paused, drawing out my words coldly. "Ms. Vance." Sienna's brow furrowed in immediate annoyance. The people around her turned to stare at me, smirking and looking me up and down with blatant condescension. The air went thick and awkward. After a few tense seconds, Sienna looked at me with open disgust. "Fine. Since you know, the game's over." "Name your price. What do you want as compensation?" I looked at her, let out a soft sneer, and spoke four simple words: "I want a divorce." Dead silence fell over the sidewalk.