My Mother Starved So I Could Become a Billionaire… But When I Came Home Early, I Found My Wife Treating Her Worse Than a Dog

Hard.

She fell to the ground.

Her friends screamed and ran out of the house like they had just seen a ghost.

I didn’t care.

I ran to my mother.

Took off my expensive coat.

Wrapped it around her shaking body.

“Mom… I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry I left you with this monster…” I whispered, holding her as my voice broke.

She tried to calm me down.

“Son… don’t fight with your wife… I’m okay…”

Even then—

she was protecting peace.

Even then—

she was thinking about me.

Judgment Day

I stood up slowly.

Turned toward Victoria.

She was kneeling on the grass, crying, holding her face.

“Ethan, please! I’m your wife! We’re a family! I panicked in front of my friends—I was embarrassed!” she begged, reaching for me.

“Embarrassed?” I said coldly, stepping back.

I pulled out my phone.

Called security.

“Get every guard to the backyard. Now.”

Within minutes, they arrived.

Eight of them.

Waiting.

Watching.

“Pack all of her belongings,” I ordered. “Every dress, every shoe, every piece of jewelry I bought. Put it all in black trash bags.”

“Ethan! You can’t do this to me!” she screamed. “I’m the mayor’s daughter! My father will destroy your company if you throw me out!”

She was kneeling on the grass, crying, holding her face.

“Ethan, please! I’m your wife! We’re a family! I panicked in front of my friends—I was embarrassed!” she begged, reaching for me.

“Embarrassed?” I said coldly, stepping back.

I pulled out my phone.

Called security.

“Get every guard to the backyard. Now.”

Within minutes, they arrived.

Eight of them.

Waiting.

Watching.