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After ten years of marriage, I never guessed that Owen Myers was secretly a millionaire. Not only did he pretend to be broke, but he also betrayed our marriage to live a lavish life with another woman. In that moment, everything I believed was shattered. Seeing Millie's hopeful and trusting gaze, I resolved to take control and reclaim what was rightfully ours! ... At the supermarket, I tossed some chicken thighs on sale into the cart while Millie held onto it with her little hand, her eyes fixed on the snack aisle not far away. "Mom, can I have an ice cream?" she asked, looking up at me hesitantly. I knelt down to hold her hand. "Millie, we've already gone over our budget this month. I promise we'll get you one next month, okay?" Millie nodded obediently, but the disappointment in her eyes tugged at my heart. "But," I whispered to her, "Daddy will get paid soon, and then we can buy that set of storybooks you’ve been wanting." Her eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Great! Mom, I finally get to have the storybooks." Seeing her smile made my throat tighten. Nearly ten years into our marriage, and we've always struggled to make ends meet. Even covering basic expenses has been a challenge. As we passed the fruit section, a familiar laugh caught my ear, and I froze, nearly bumping the cart into someone else. It was Owen! He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, with an expensive watch shining under the lights. The woman on his arm, impeccably made up, was my high school classmate, Azari Ward. She was casually picking a pack of imported strawberries from the shelf, and with them was a girl about Millie's age, holding the doll Millie had always wanted. "Mom, is that Dad?" Millie's voice came from right next to me. "No," I replied instinctively, blocking her view with my body, each word harsh and difficult. Millie pointed in their direction. "Dad looks so different than usual. Who's that lady with him? And the other girl—did Dad buy the doll for her? Didn't he say he didn't have any money?" Her barrage of questions made me shake uncontrollably. Before I could respond, she gently took my hand. "Mom, let's go." On the way home, she was unusually quiet. I tried to explain, but she touched my face gently. "Mom, I might be a kid, but I'm not stupid." Back in our cramped home, Millie retreated to her room and didn’t come out. I collapsed onto the sofa, holding a credit card. Owen had left this card behind when I was organizing the drawers. The scene of Owen and Azari shopping replayed in my mind as I shakily opened the banking app on my phone. I entered the card number, followed by Millie's birthday, which Owen used for all his passwords. The screen flickered, and a moment later, a number appeared. I froze, my breath seemingly stopping in an instant. Three hundred and fifty million! The phone slipped from my grasp. How could Owen have so much money? Why did he pretend to be broke for the ten years we were married? With so much wealth, why did he let me wear myself out keeping our lives together? With all that money, why did he refuse to send Millie to a good school? The phone screen continued to glow, the numbers mocking my foolishness. I sat on the sofa for what felt like an eternity, until the night fell, and I finally wrote the divorce agreement.Late in the evening, Owen walked back into the house. “Still up?” he asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. “What kept you busy today?” He paused for a moment. “Just some deliveries, you know.” “Deliveries all day?” “Yeah, I’m trying to make as many as I can to earn a bit more for you and Millie.” I looked at the man in front of me, a mouth full of lies, the man I had been married to for ten years. I decided not to confront Owen about his deception. Having already made up my mind about divorce, there was no point in arguing with him. Just as I was about to bring out the divorce papers, Millie’s voice interrupted. “Daddy, you’re back.” “Yeah, Millie, you’re still up?” “Daddy, tomorrow is my birthday. Do you remember?” Owen hesitated and then said, “Of course I remember.” “Will you spend the day with me?” Owen looked at me indecisively. “Daddy has to work tomorrow.” Seeing the disappointment in Millie’s eyes, he quickly changed his tune. “But I’ll try to finish early and come back to celebrate with you.” Millie’s eyes brightened instantly. “Great! Mom and I will wait for you at home. You have to come, Dad.” Owen carried Millie to her room, and I could hear him softly making promises. Watching them disappear down the hallway, I thought, maybe it wouldn't hurt to fulfill our daughter’s wishes before the divorce. The next morning arrived quickly. Millie put on her favorite dress and wore a new hair clip I’d bought for her. She spent the entire morning waiting for Owen. I made her a simple birthday cake, and around noon, Owen called. “Daddy.” Millie’s voice was full of joy. But soon, the light in her eyes dimmed, and her voice was filled with disappointment. “Alright.” After hanging up, Millie quietly said, “Mom, Daddy’s really busy with work. He can’t come celebrate my birthday.” My heart clenched in pain as I watched my daughter try to hold back her tears. I made a decision. “Millie, how about we go to the amusement park? You’ve always wanted to, right? Let’s go and have some fun.” Millie looked up, her eyes still filled with tears but now with a glimmer of hope. “Really?” “Absolutely.” Half an hour later, we stood at the entrance of Wonderland. The tickets to this amusement park were expensive, but today, even if it meant spending all I had, I wanted my daughter to be happy. “Mom, it seems so empty here,” Millie observed, looking around curiously. We approached the ticket counter when someone stopped us. “Sorry, the park’s closed to the public today for a private event.” I was stunned. Just as disappointment settled in, familiar laughter echoed from inside the park. Millie and I turned to look; it was Owen. In that moment, both Millie and I froze, feeling the blood drain from our bodies. Owen was in casual clothes, holding the hand of the girl we’d seen at the store the other day, while another woman smiled gently and took their picture. “Daddy, I want to ride the bumper cars next.” “Sure, it’s your special day, so whatever you want goes,” Owen replied lovingly to the girl. Millie’s hand grew cold; she stared fixedly at the scene, her small body trembling uncontrollably. “Mom, didn’t Dad say he had to work?” “Mom, why can he spend time with other kids on their birthday but not me?” My body stiffened at Millie’s question, my heart aching deeply. At that moment, the amusement park broadcasted birthday wishes, and staff wheeled out a cart decorated with flowers and balloons, piled high with gift boxes. The girl next to Owen cheered, while the other woman looked at him with warmth. “You got Logan so many gifts, aren’t you afraid she’ll be spoiled?” “She’s my princess; there can never be too many gifts for her.” From afar, their conversation reached us, and I watched Millie pull a piece of paper from her pocket. It was her birthday wish list she’d written the day before. She stared at it for a long time, then tore it into pieces. “Millie,” I choked out as I hugged her. She tossed the shredded paper into a trash bin, looking up at me with an effortful smile. “It’s okay, Mom. I have you, and that’s enough.” I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer, and as I held Millie and walked away, I glanced one last time at Owen. He was placing a sparkling diamond necklace around that little girl’s neck…That evening, Millie didn’t bring up her birthday again, nor did she mention Owen. She became unusually quiet, often sitting alone at the table, sketching. Seeing the family portrait missing someone crucial, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by an enormous hand, making it hard to breathe. The next day, I went to the department store to pick up clothes for my boss. As I was about to leave, I spotted someone familiar in the jewelry store across the way. I froze, unable to move. Through the glass, I watched Owen pick up a necklace and help Azari try it on. In the end, he bought the pricey necklace, and I couldn’t help but remember how, over the years, the only gift he’d ever given me was a pair of ten-dollar earrings from a roadside stand. He’d promised back then, once he had the money, he would buy me the nicest gifts. Watching him walk away with Azari, I felt compelled to follow, wanting to confront Owen about why he treated Millie and me this way. Before I could catch up, I saw Owen head into a children’s art center. My heart started pounding. Millie had a knack for drawing, but we could never afford proper lessons. A hopeful thought crossed my mind—could Owen be asking about an art class for Millie? Was he feeling remorse and trying to make things right for her? That evening when Owen came home, I hesitated several times but decided not to ask. If he had enrolled Millie in an art class, he would let us know. The next morning, while Millie and I were watching TV in the living room, the phone rang—a call from a number I didn’t recognize. "Hello, are you Millie Myers’ parent? You have an appointment for today's trial class. When would you like to come over?" My hand shook, almost dropping the phone. A trial class! Owen had indeed signed Millie up for art lessons. I tried to keep my voice steady. "Thank you, we'll be there soon." After hanging up, I embraced a bewildered Millie. "Millie, your dad signed you up for an art class. We can go for a trial today." Millie’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Really? Did Dad really enroll me in art lessons?" "Yes, we can go right now." In that moment, I forgave Owen a little. He cared for Millie, and letting her experience a father's love was enough. Half an hour later, I arrived at the art school with Millie. But when I explained who we were, the receptionist looked perplexed. "Mr. Myers did make a reservation, but it wasn’t for Millie Myers. He and another student are already here." "You mean, he’s here now?" I asked. "Yes, just over there." Following the receptionist’s gaze, the sound of children's laughter made my blood run cold. Owen was helping that girl, guiding her hands with the brush, while Azari snapped photos nearby, pride all over her face. Millie clutched my shirt tightly, her face pale, her lips quivering. "Mom, let’s go." The repeated blows had pushed Millie to the edge. Not wanting her to see more, I quickly led her away. On the way home, Millie leaned against me, her tears soaking my clothes. “Mom, can we just stop having a dad?” “Alright.” I fought back my emotions and kissed Millie’s cheek. At that moment, I realized it was long overdue to end things with Owen. I shouldn’t hold on to any false hope for Millie or let her face disappointment again and again.

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