My Wife Made Me a Scandal,So I Faked My Death and Took Her Empire Down

A fever of 103°F hit me in the middle of the night. I called Prudence Delgado. No answer.

Half-delirious, I used her secondary card to buy some fever medicine.

By the next morning, "Solomon Henson: Gold-Digger" was trending.

The endorsement deal I'd fought tooth and nail to land got canceled. My reputation—already hanging by a thread—was destroyed overnight. I'd barely clawed my way back from bankruptcy, and now I was drowning all over again.

I had no choice but to find Prudence and explain myself. Apologize.