A few years ago, I met my husband in college. He was studying entrepreneurship and logistics, and I was in law. I came from a wealthy family—they wanted me to go into medicine, thank goodness I didn’t listen to them.

When I met Carlos, he was dating Ash, a stuck-up slut who was in med school. She hated me. Hated the fact that I opened Carlos’s eyes and showed him how disgusting she was (and how she was cheating on him).

It didn’t take long for him to fall under my spell. Soon enough, he was head over heels in love with me—so much so that within almost a year of dating, he proposed.

It wasn’t for the money; he was actually doing fine. The thing is, I managed to rent a triplex in his head—he had to be with me.

I helped him. Right after we got married, I encouraged him to start a business—after all, he needed to make good use of that degree he was about to get, right?

It was a success, largely thanks to me. But Carlos is also brilliant—he started selling courses and launching new businesses, and with those, came more products and more money... He put most of them under my name—the most valuable ones.

I’ve always had him under control; he’s mine. The empire we built—even him—it’s all mine. Trophy wife? He’s my trophy husband.

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He came home really stressed from work today. Some bankrupt company is trying to claw its way back to life by stepping on ours. Honestly, they’ll never succeed.

– Carlos walked into the room, taking off his suit, sighing loudly and tired. – “No more sleeping apart tonight, got it? You’re sleeping here.”

Oh, right. We’d been sleeping separately because of me. I decided I was mad at him and had an entirely new bedroom set up for myself, and that’s how it’s been these past few months. I’m thinking about whether I should be nice to him tonight