They Mocked My Broke Husband, Not Knowing He Owns Everything

At the class reunion, the president poured water for every single classmate. Everyone except me.

I figured she'd just overlooked me, so I reached for a cup myself.

A hand pressed down over mine before I could touch it.

"This is expensive vintage wine I brought. A broke man's wife doesn't get to drink it."

The bag I'd grabbed on my way out that morning was worth ten million. I blinked, lost, and pointed at myself.

"A broke man's wife? Me?"

"Carrying a cheap knockoff, and still trying to pass yourself off as some rich wife?"