The veins in my forehead throbbed as panic surged through me. My voice cracked mid-sentence.

"Don’t restructure it! Please don’t do it!" I shouted into the phone. "I have money! I sold my watches and my sports car. I still have shares! Don’t let Alisha go bankrupt! Don’t let them take her to jail!"

There was silence on the other end for a full ten seconds.

It was so quiet that all I could hear was my own ragged breathing.

"Mr. Day?" Xavier finally said, hesitantly. "Are you… alright?"

I was frantic, pacing like a man on the edge, nothing like the composed, entitled version of myself I used to be.

"Mr. Shaw, I know you’re a good man. Please help Alisha. As long as you can protect her… I-I’ll step aside! I’ll let her go to you!"

As long as she’d be okay, I didn’t care about being her husband anymore because right now, all I did was spend money. I was useless.

Xavier sounded capable, like someone who could earn and save money and take care of her.

The line went completely silent.

After a long pause, he finally spoke again, cautiously, "Mr. Day, I think you might have misunderstood something. Ms. West, she—"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The call cut off.

I stood there, frozen like a statue.

It wasn’t until Elyse tugged on my sleeve that I snapped back to reality.

That afternoon, the delivery guys came and went like movers, hauling away all my prized possessions one trip at a time.

The walk-in closet and display cabinets were left completely empty, as if the place had been looted.

Ever since that call, I’d been trapped in a constant state of dread.

When Alisha came home, I was sitting on the couch, staring into space, pale and tense. She frowned when she saw the piles of boxes and the empty displays.

"What happened? Did we get robbed?"

I pulled her into my arms, my voice rough. "Alisha, you’ve been through so much."

"What’s with you?" she laughed lightly. "What did you watch this time, some tearjerker video?"

Even after that call reached the house, she was still joking like nothing was wrong. God, it hurt to see her like this.

The comments flooded in again.

[Classic emotional manipulation. He’s trying to lower her guard before making a bigger grab.]

[Living off someone takes skill, too. Honestly, I couldn’t pull off that fake sincerity even if I tried.]

[What’s there to admire? A kept man like him? Xavier? Now that’s the kind of man worth loving.]

[What kind of mindset is that? Measuring someone’s worth by whether they’re loved?]

[Exactly. Why does everything have to revolve around being loved?]

[It’s a romance story. What else are people supposed to care about?]

Huh.

Guess not all the comments were brain-dead after all.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" Alisha asked, noticing my gaze fixed on empty air.

"Oh? Nothing, nothing." I forced an awkward laugh.

Then I remembered.

I pulled out a bank card from my pocket. "Alisha, I sold all my watches today. Between that and my savings over the years, everything’s in here. Take it."

Before she could react, I pressed the card into her hand, my expression firm. "I can’t help much with West Star Holdings… but whatever happens, I’ll face it with you."

I held her gaze, steady and intense. With how reasonable and devoted I sounded, she had to be moved.

Instead, her expression froze. Then she looked at me in disbelief. "You… you know?"

I nodded hard. "Yeah. I know everything. Xavier told me. It’s okay. Worst case, we start over. I won’t buy watches anymore. I’ll get a job. I’ll do manual labor if I have to. I’ll support you."

She lowered her head, looking a little defeated, her voice quiet. "I hid it for so long… How did he tell you? And the results still weren’t good…"

I didn’t catch the rest, but seeing how upset she looked made my chest tighten again. I was just about to comfort her when she suddenly looked up and sighed helplessly.

"Fine. I guess this just counts as giving you a heads-up. Better than you getting too excited later and passing out from it."

Excited?

Was she serious?

"But you’re being way too dramatic," she added. "Yeah, things are a little tight right now, but it’s not so bad that you need to sell your watches."

She pushed the card back into my hand. "Keep it. The black card I gave you has no limit. Use that instead."

She was still pretending everything was fine.

Fine. For the next few days, I’d just go along with her, as long as she didn’t do anything reckless.

That night, lying in bed, I couldn’t sleep again.

I kept thinking about the man the Live Comment Feed mentioned: Xavier.

Curiosity got the better of me.

So the next morning, when Alisha left for work as usual, I followed her. She didn’t drive that day. Instead, she rode a bike.

Watching her long legs awkwardly fold onto that tiny seat, my heart cracked. Was she really cutting costs down to gas money now?

I threw on sunglasses and a mask, fully disguised, and grabbed another bike, trailing her from a distance.

By the end of it, my legs felt like they were about to fall off. Someone like me, who wouldn’t step out without a luxury car, was now pedaling like I was in the Tour de France.

Finally, she stopped in front of a place that looked painfully cheap. A small, no-frills burrito stall.

Not long after, a man in business attire walked over. Short hair. Sharp. Efficient. He held a stack of documents in his hand.

It was Xavier.

The comments immediately exploded.

[A date at a budget eatery. Yep, that’s our practical hero.]

[They look perfect together! Please promise me you’ll be happy forever!]

[Isn’t this unfair to Kayden? They’re not even divorced yet.]

[That freeloader abandoning Alisha is only a matter of time. Stop putting moral pressure on the real leads.]

[Funny how it’s always men fighting over a woman, but no one questions the woman herself.]

I hid behind a utility pole, watching as they sat across from each other.

Alisha ordered a breakfast burrito. Xavier got fish tacos. They ate while going over the documents, both of them serious.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

All I saw was Xavier pointing at the papers from time to time, and Alisha nodding, her brows still tightly drawn.

Then suddenly, Xavier smiled. It was the kind of smile that said he had everything under control.

For the first time, Alisha’s expression softened. The tension in her face eased, and there was something new in her eyes when she looked at him—admiration.

The comments were right. They really did look good together.

Something bitter crept up my throat. My chest ached like it was being weighed down.

I wanted to rush out and demand answers. I wanted to ask her if she’d betrayed me. I yearned to know if she thought I was useless—just dead weight dragging her down…

However, I didn’t want to make a scene, and I didn’t want to drag an uninvolved man into the mess of my marriage.

I turned to leave and accidentally knocked over a nearby trash can.

Clang!

The loud crash made both of them turn at the same time.

Our eyes met.

The burrito wrapper slipped from Alisha’s hand and dropped lazily to the ground.

"Kayden?"

The embarrassment of being caught hit me all at once. I wanted to disappear into the pavement. Nevertheless, I straightened up anyway, forcing a calm smile.

"What a coincidence, babe. You two… talking business?"

Xavier’s expression flickered when he saw me. Instinctively, he moved the documents behind his back, like he didn’t want me to see them.

The comments surged again.

[What’s he hiding? Divorce papers, obviously!]

[Or asset transfer documents! Trying to make sure Kayden gets nothing!]

[Guess Kayden finally gets it. He’s not even allowed to see the paperwork.]

Alisha stood up and walked straight toward me. She was still wearing that cheap $2 T-shirt, but in that moment, her presence was overwhelming.

"Why are you here?"

Her gaze dropped to the bike beside me, which I hadn’t even bothered to lock properly, and her brows furrowed again.

"I… I came out to experience real life!" I blurted, grasping for an excuse to cover how pathetic I looked.

"Experiencing life involves digging through trash?" Alisha pointed at the overturned garbage can by my feet. A few empty plastic bottles had rolled out onto the ground.

An idea hit me.

If I was already this deep in, I might as well commit. There was no way I was admitting I’d followed her because I felt insecure.

There was no chance of that. My pride mattered more than anything.

"Yeah! I’m collecting bottles! So what if I am? I’m not stealing. I’m doing this for the family!"

The more I talked, the more frustrated I felt, my voice rising as I squared my shoulders. "Alisha, if you think I’m embarrassing, just say it! Once your debts are paid off, I won’t owe you anything either. We’ll have a clean divorce!"

The diners around us had all stopped eating, staring at the scene, as if they’d just stumbled into some high-society drama.

Alisha looked even more stunned, her brows lifting in disbelief. "What are you talking about? What debts?"

Even now, she was still hiding it from me. Anger flared in my chest.

"Alisha, we’ve been married for years. Can’t you just be honest with me? Or do you really think I’m the kind of man who can only enjoy the good times, but won’t stand by you when things get hard?"

"You’re not like that at all!" she said quickly, flustered. "Why are you suddenly saying all this?"

"If that’s true, then why didn’t you tell me about your bankruptcy?"

"Whose bankruptcy?"

"Yours!"

"Mine?"

"Yes!" My face flushed red as my voice rose again.

God, this woman was stubborn. So what if she’d gone bankrupt? What was the big deal? Why did she have to carry everything alone like this?

"The other day, that call from Mr. Shaw came to the house. He said your company was restructuring its assets, and you don’t have much left! Lately, you’ve been even more frugal than before!

"You came here today to deal with the assets, didn’t you? The documents he’s holding… That’s the proof!"

I let it all out in one breath, panting as I tried to steady myself.

Only then did I realize that it had gone completely silent.

Every single person in the place was staring at me.

Especially Alisha.

Her mouth hung slightly open, not a single word coming out. The confusion in her eyes was so obvious it almost spilled over.

Wait. Why did she look even more lost than I was?

Xavier stepped forward and carefully held out the documents in his hand.

"Um… Mr. Day, I think you’ve misunderstood. This is the ownership agreement for a private island. Ms. West bought it as a birthday gift for you."