My Husband Faked Poverty So I Faked Being Rich

Summary

I was an expert pretender, a high-level fraud. I wore knock-off designer clothes and my husband worked demolition, but online, I cultivated the image of a wealthy, stay-at-home society wife.

At the parent-teacher conference, I had my son, Leo, show off for the crowd.

“My dad is closing a big deal in Dubai right now!” he’d chirp.

“And my mom’s diamonds are brighter than the stars!”

I soaked in the envious stares of the other parents, the ones who genuinely had money. I looked down at my son.

“The most important thing in this world, honey,” I lectured him, my voice low, “is money.”