My Billionaire Husband Lost His Perfect Wife Overnight Chapter 01

My Billionaire Husband Lost His Perfect Wife Overnight Chapter 01

The night I married into the wealthy Ashford family, Everett 

Ashford handed me a prenuptial agreement to sign. 

Every dollar I spent would need his approval first. 

We come from different worlds,” he told me. “I’m doing this to protect you. People talk.” 

signed without thinking twice. 

That arrangement worked fine until I got pregnant. My lower 

back was killing me, so I sent Everett a payment link for an 

ergonomic office chair from a discount shopping app. 

$83.20. 

Denied. Instantly. 

That’s a total scam. There’s no reason to waste money on something like that.” 

Your back hurts because you’re stressed. You just need to manage your stress better.” 

Something inside me just went quiet. 

That same day, $780,000 disappeared from our joint account. 

An around–the–world vacation. 

He had booked the trip for himself, Vanessa Keene, his 

secretary, and her entire family. 

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. My nails dug into my palms. 

Financial transparency. What a joke. 

The rules only applied to me. 

I closed the account page and booked an abortion. 

Everett found out that same night. 

Half an hour later, I heard him. Heavy footsteps, coming fast. 

Tessa, what the hell do you think you’re doing? You don’t 

just get to decide something like this on your own.” 

He slammed the appointment form onto the coffee table. His 

jaw was locked, his eyes black with fury. 

Nothing,” I replied, my voice completely flat. 

“I just don’t want this baby anymore.” 

Confusion flickered across his face. Then he spotted the 

printed vacation booking on the coffee table, and his expression shifted to a scoff. 

So you’re throwing a tantrum over this?” 

For once, he explained himself. 

“Vanessa’s worked for me for two years. She’s been nothing 

but dedicated. I was rewarding her and her family. She earned it.” 

My eyes stayed on the number. 

$780,000. 

All I’d asked for was an office chair. Less than a hundred dollars. 

“So I don’t deserve a chair?” 

“Tessa.” He frowned. “Don’t be ridiculous.” 

He slid the appointment form toward me, his voice flat and final. 

Cancel the appointment.” 

I didn’t move. 

He watched me for a long moment, then pulled our prenuptial agreement from the drawer. 

“Go ahead and do the math, Tessa. You can’t afford to abort this baby.” 

Clause seventeen. 

Unauthorized abortion. 

Six million dollars in penalties. 

Every fight ended the same way: him pulling out that agreement and pointing to a clause. 

Even sex had a clause. 

Five times a month, submitted in advance. Anything over that was a $200 fine. 

Now my own pregnancy had a price tag too. 

To the Ashford family, I was a baby–making machine. 

Nothing more. 

My silence made him think he’d won. His voice softened a fraction. 

I’m not saying no to the chair. But everyone’s watching how you spend money in this family.” 

‘I don’t want people gossiping that my wife is acting spoiled and entitled.” 

looked up at him. 

It’s a chair, Everett.” 

Irritation flickered behind his eyes. 

Ever since you got pregnant, you act like the whole world revolves around your belly, like you’re entitled to everything you ask for.” 

“I’m saying no for your own good. Keep this up and people will talk.” 

Spoiling his wife was the one thing that scared him. 

But everyone already knew how “generous” he was with Vanessa. 

A $30,000 necklace, 

A $60,000 gown. 

He didn’t blink. 

The rumors about his lavish spending on her spread like 

wildfire at his office, at home, everywhere. 

But when my grandfather needed money for his back. 

treatment, he had to show up at Everett’s company in person and file a formal request. 

Six approval steps. 

Every single one mandatory. 

The denial came back stamped with one line: 

Nonessential expense. He can recover at home.] 

The helplessness hit all over again. 

held his gaze and let the words come 

If I wasn’t Mrs. Ashford anymore, none of these rules would apply to me. Right?” 

Everett, let’s get a divorce.”