My name is Isabella.
In my husband Gary’s eyes, I was just a “simple housewife.”
No job. No ambition. And according to him—useless.
What Gary didn’t know was that I am the secret owner of Vanguard Global Holdings, an empire worth $5 billion.
I own shipping lines, hotels, and technology firms across Asia.
Why did I hide it?
Because I wanted Gary to love me for who I truly was—not for my money.
When we first met, he was kind. But as he climbed the corporate ladder (in a company that was secretly my subsidiary—something he never knew), his ego grew. He became arrogant, hot-tempered, and verbally abusive.
Then came the night of his Promotion Party.
He had just been promoted to Vice President of Sales.
I was preparing to wear my gown when Gary entered the bedroom, holding a hanger.
“What are you doing, Isabella?” he asked coldly. “Why are you holding that gown?”
“I’m getting dressed for your party, hon,” I said with a smile.
He laughed mockingly, snatched the gown from my hands, and threw it on the floor.
“You’re not a guest,” Gary said firmly. “Don’t act like a First Lady. At this party, I need someone to serve. We’re short on waiters.”
He shoved a hanger into my face. Hanging on it was a black maid’s uniform—with a white apron and headband.
“Wear this,” he ordered. “You’ll serve drinks. That’s all you’re good at anyway, right? Being a servant. And one more thing… don’t you dare tell the guests you’re my wife. You’re embarrassing. Just say you’re a part-time maid.”
My heart shattered.
