I’m Not Broke, I’m a Billionaire

Summary

At Victoria’s promotion banquet, in front of a room of corporate elites, she raised the limit on my linked credit card from $3,000 to $5,000.

“Consider the extra two grand your pocket money for staying home with our kid,” she said, her voice full of CEO condescension.

I declined, saying I had my own money, but her face darkened instantly.

“Don’t I work hard for you and our daughter? Spend it. Max it out—I’ll make more,” she snapped.

Her sycophants chimed in, praising her as a “true alpha” and joking about marrying her to be a kept man.