From Stand-in to Heiress: The Lies of My Billionaire Husband Exposed by Me novel Chapter 2

It was from my best friend.

"You have to see this video! Isn’t that your husband, Carter?"

I quickly clicked on the video.

The richest man in New York, Carter, had summoned a top medical team by helicopter to treat a minor brooch scratch on the popular actress, Lamia.

In the video, Carter cradled her like a treasure.

The memory of Carter telling me to hold on, even as I was bleeding heavily, pierced through my heart.

Confusion grew.

Who is Carter? Or are there two people who look so alike?

We met in college and married after graduation. He started a business but lost everything after being betrayed by his partners, leaving us in debt.

In the three years we’ve been married, he never mentioned his family.

I always thought he was an orphan, and out of respect for his pain, I never asked.

But now, it all seemed to make sense.

At the hospital, the doctor gave me a harsh lecture.

"To save money, you nearly lost your life. If you had come any later, nothing could have saved you."

After I came out of surgery, Carter arrived, holding my hand with guilt in his eyes.

"Sorry, honey. It’s all my fault. You’ve suffered so much because of me."

He pulled me into his arms, his scent a mix of alcohol and expensive perfume.

I had never bought perfume, couldn’t even afford shower gel and used a cheap soap year-round.

"What did you do today?"

Noticing my cold tone, Carter apologized and tucked my hair behind my ear.

"There’s a project at the company, and the manager insisted I go entertain a client. You know I hate these things, but I had no choice—it’s for the debt."

With that, he tightened his embrace.

"Trust me, honey. We’ll clear the debt soon, and I’ll give you a better life."

I took out the bloodstained money, watching his reaction.

Carter’s face lit up.

"Great, honey! I can pay off a little more debt this month!"

"Honey, you're really working so hard."

He kissed my forehead, and seeing his clueless expression, I couldn’t help but secretly relax a little.

In the end, I agreed to leave the hospital.

If Carter wasn’t the billionaire, we couldn’t afford the bills.

Back in our small one-room apartment, Carter went to shower.

I hurriedly took out his phone to check.

It was clean, nothing to find.

Just as I was about to put it back, a strange message popped up.