He Spoiled His Mistress, So I Made Him Bankrupt

For the first time, my always-aloof CEO husband had a female intern clinging to his side. The shy, inexperienced girl was so innocent that it made others feel sorry for her.

He had always stayed by her side, shaped by her care and slowly lost himself in the way she looked at him with such admiration.

Emboldened by his tenderness, the little girl pointed at a luxury, custom-made handbag, the very one that had long been marked with my name.

Drake smiled indulgently and said, "It’s the first time she’s ever asked me for something. Baby, you have so many bags you can’t even carry them all. Why don’t you let her have this one?"

I stayed silent, signed the bill without a pause, then turned and walked away, bag in hand.

Drake caught up to me immediately and pulled me into his arms with practiced gentleness.

“She’s just an insignificant intern—are you really jealous of her? Baby, you know you’re the only one in my heart.”

Three years later, my parents’ company collapsed and both of them jumped to end their lives.

When I broke down, Drake tossed a bloody bag in front of me, looked down and said it was all his doing.

"Didn’t you love custom-made handbags? Crocodile skin, ostrich skin... but nothing's more thrilling than the skin off your parents’ old faces."

"You’re insane, Drake!"

Unable to bear the endless pain, I jumped from the rooftop.

But when I opened my eyes, I was back on the day Meghan Kardashian argued with me over the handbag.

This time, I quietly handed it to her and stepped aside to make a call.

"Little brother, I need a favor."

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"President Hemsworth, this bag is so pretty. I want this one too, okay?"

The brand-new custom handbag was snatched from my hands. I turned in shock—and once again, came face-to-face with Drake Hemsworth.

In my past life, he had ruined my parents, driven them to their deaths and stripped away their faces without remorse.

I swallowed the hatred rising within me.

"Zendaya Hadid, the new intern doesn’t know the rules yet."

“But it’s the first time she’s asked me for something and I already gave her my word. You have more bags than you can even carry. Why not let her have this one?”

His voice was calm, but the authority in it was clear.

Before I could respond, the young girl looked at me apologetically, her nose slightly wrinkled. “Madam, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were his wife… Did I cause any trouble?”

“You look a little upset, is it because I took your bag? If it is, I don’t need it anymore…”

Her voice trembled as she spoke, eyes turning red with tears.

Drake frowned, about to say something, when I shoved the bag into her arms and gently patted her shoulder.

“You’ve already taken the man. What’s a bag? No need to feel guilty.”

The sales associate’s scornful look crushed her.

She burst into tears, shaking her head with a hurt expression.

“No. I’ve never taken anything from anyone…”

Drake panicked, fumbling to comfort her.

With that, I stepped aside, watching with cold indifference, then turned to make a call.

The moment that familiar lazy voice answered, a wave of calm washed over me.

“Nick Hadid, I need a favor.”

When I ended the call, Drake noticed the faint smile lingering on my lips and frowned in displeasure.

"Who were you talking to that made you so happy?"

"Nobody. It’s just one of my friends inviting me out for afternoon tea." I lied with ease and he didn’t suspect a thing.

Ever since marrying him, I had lived as a full-time housewife, completely cut off from the outside world. Everyone I once knew was now under his control.

His frown softened a little and he gave a helpless smile.

“Baby, since when did you get so petty? All worked up over a random intern?”