My Billionaire Husband Faked Being Poor , So I Let Him Keep His Mistress1
### Chapter 1
To save my son from leukemia, my husband worked himself to the bone every single day, burying us under hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt.
After my son died, I threw myself into three jobs at once, pushing through until my stomach bled, all so Dominic Ashford wouldn't have to carry the weight alone.
On his birthday, I decided to surprise him on his business trip. I gritted my teeth, spent half a month's wages, and bought the last available ticket.
The flight attendant wheeled the meal cart over and leaned down with a smile. "Ma'am, for lunch we have Wagyu steak and cod. Which would you prefer?"
I glanced at the beautifully plated food and blurted out, "Isn't this... really expensive? Maybe I'll just skip it."
The words had barely left my mouth when a scoff came from the seat beside me.
"Business class meals are complimentary. Skipping it won't get you a refund."
"Oh... really?" Heat flooded my cheeks. "It's my first time flying."
The woman beside me was dripping in jewelry. The Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet on her wrist alone, the one I'd seen in magazine ads, had to be worth over a million dollars.