The Billionaire Husband Who Faked Bankruptcy

“I'm bankrupt.”

Rodney Lambert clutched my hand, his eyes rimmed red.

So I quit my stable job, delivered food by day and worked as a paid chat companion by night, scraping together that astronomical sum for him.

He slowly pulled himself back together. I started getting ringing in my ears, shaking hands, meals at all hours or no hours at all.

That day my fever had only just broken, and I happened to pass down Main Street.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, there he was, dabbing the mouth of the woman across from him. The steak had two bites out of it.