She froze against the wall, her mind reeling. "But...I thought you were gay!" "You really don't remember that night?" His voice carried an unmistakable edge as he emphasized those final words. Everything spiraled when she crashed an exclusive engagement ceremony hunting for her breakthrough story. Instead, she became the headline. "Everyone, meet my fiancée," he announced, his hand claiming her waist. Her stepmother's jaw dropped. Her sister went pale. She'd envisioned happily ever after—his wealth, her ambition, a perfect partnership. Then her company promoted a new executive. "You wear my clothes, eat my food, share my bed, and you're cutting my salary?" His accusations burned. "Remember when you slept beside me and paid me fifty dollars?" She shot back. *A billionaire obsessing over fifty dollars?* She'd file for divorce without hesitation. Six years passed. "Mom! That uncle says he'll be our dad for just fifty bucks!" Their son tugged her sleeve excitedly. "Mom! Me too! Let's say yes!"