Divorce Coupon: Trade My Billions for Betrayal

The strobe lights at the celebration party were making me dizzy.

My wife Amber Shepherd's personal trainer, Darwin Whitley, held up an empty glass and motioned at me with his chin. "Hector, my glass is empty. Pour me a drink."

I just stared at him without moving.

A second later, a sharp slap rang out over the music.

My left cheek burned as a handprint quickly welled up on my skin.

Amber stood in front of me, glaring with sheer disgust. "Are you deaf? Darwin told you to pour him a drink!"

I clutched my cheek, feeling sick to my stomach. "Amber, I paid for this party. Every bottle of booze here was bought with the money I made streaming all night. I'm your husband, not your servant."

She laughed like it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard, then snatched a bottle of red wine off the table.

Cold liquid cascaded over my head, dripping from my hair and running down my face to stain my white shirt red.

Then, Amber grabbed the emcee's microphone and screeched to the crowd, "He's nothing but a cash cow I put in the spotlight! Darwin and I are the real core of this team!"

The room erupted in gasps, quickly followed by snickers and mocking whispers.

Darwin strolled over with a smirk, pretending to be helpful as he grabbed a napkin. "Oh, man. Amber's so clumsy."

He made a show of wiping my face but deliberately smeared the wine further across my skin. "Don't worry. I'll cover the dry cleaning bill."

With a wicked, smug grin, Amber continued talking into the microphone, "Hector, you're acting out like this, and you still expect to pay for your dying mother's liver transplant?"

My heart skipped a beat.

"Stop dreaming! What are the odds of success? Why throw good money down the drain? Your mother's illness is a bottomless pit!"

Her vicious words twisted like a knife in my gut.

Right then, my phone started buzzing like crazy. It was the nurse from the hospital.

"Mr. Malone! Your mother's condition suddenly worsened. We rushed her to the ICU. We need a five-thousand-dollar deposit right away, or else…"

My mind went completely blank.

Amber had drained all my accounts just yesterday.

Pride forgotten, I grabbed her wrist. My voice shook as I pleaded, "Amber, please. I just need five thousand dollars. They're resuscitating my mom!"