Not Worth a Single Strand

"Look at you. You're not even worth a single strand of Su Nian's hair. Without the resources I throw your way, what are you even worth?"

My husband, Ethan Gray, slammed the gift bag from the awards ceremony down on the vanity table.

Ten minutes ago, he was on stage, arm around my waist under the spotlight, telling the cameras I was the most precious treasure in his life.

But the moment the door closed, he pointed a finger in my face and cursed that I wasn't even worth a single strand of Su Nian's hair.

I was organizing his safe at home when a document hidden at the very bottom fell out.