My Husband Offered $100 Million to Buy Out Our Marriage Chapter 01

My Husband Offered $100 Million to Buy Out Our Marriage Chapter 01

On our wedding night, Julian Sterling suddenly confessed his infidelity and gave me two choices.

Either I turn a blind eye after the wedding and accept his compensation, or we divorce immediately.

After seven years together, I thought he was joking.

It wasn’t until after the wedding that he actually began implementing a “buyout marriage.”

With each successive affair, he used money to buy out my breakdowns and my wailing.

When I was so consumed by rage that I miscarried, he used money to buy out the life of our child.

Even when my mother was critically ill in the hospital, and his new mistress sent their bedroom photos, triggering a heart attack that sent her into surgery.

He maintained that same indifferent tone.

“$100 million, to buy out the harm done to your mother.”

“If that’s not enough, I’ll raise the price.”

I didn’t answer, standing watch outside the operating room for a day and a night.

The moment the doctor announced my mother’s death, I dialed Julian’s number.

“I want a billion.”

This time, what he was buying out was no longer anything else.

But the very last shred of love I had for him.

***

There was a brief silence on the phone, followed by the faint sound of a woman’s heavy breathing.

Then, Julian stepped into a quiet spot, his voice dripping with unrestrained mockery.

“$500 million?”

“Elara Vance, have I been too generous to you these past three years, making you think you have the right to open your mouth this wide?”

“Don’t tell me your mother was just a little ‘agitated’; even if she really died, she wouldn’t be worth a billion, understand?!”

Not worth it?

But I felt that even another billion couldn’t buy back my mother’s life.

Moreover, now my mother was truly dead.

Julian didn’t give me a chance to speak; he hung up the phone directly.

The harsh dial tone pierced my eardrums and struck straight to my heart.

I turned around and walked into the mortuary, looking at my mother lying motionless under the white sheet.

A chill washed over me as I leaned down to embrace her cold body.

The sound echoing in my ears was no longer my mother’s soft, concerned whispers, but the doctor’s regretful sigh.

“If it wasn’t for the sudden heart attack caused by such a severe blow, the patient could have had the surgery soon and made a full recovery.”

“It’s a pity, really… it was just too sudden…”

Yes.

It really was too sudden.

Just three days ago, I was still leaning in my mother’s arms, acting like a child.

I had promised her that as soon as she was discharged, I would divorce Julian and make a clean break.

I didn’t expect that my mother’s death would arrive faster than my resolution to let go.

When my mother went into the operating room, Julian had shielded Cassidy Blake behind him.

“Cassidy didn’t do it on purpose; your mother’s own health was failing, she couldn’t handle the stress.”

“Elara, all this drama… isn’t it just money you want?”

“Is $100 million enough?!”

The man’s ruthless voice tore my heart in two.

I trembled as I held my mother’s cold corpse, and the tears I had suppressed for so long finally collapsed, falling one after another onto her eyes, forming a pool of absolute despair.

“Mom… I was wrong… please wake up…”

“I don’t love Julian anymore… I’ll divorce him… Let’s go home, let’s go home…”

By the end of my crying, I was kneeling on the floor, nauseous with grief.

The doctor, fearing I would become hysterical, gave me a sedative.

When I woke up, my heart was as cold as ash, and I dialed Julian’s number again.

The moment he picked up, the man’s smug voice came through.

“Settled on a price?”

“Yes, I’ve settled, just $100 million.”

$100 million.

To buy out a heart that had beat for Julian for ten years, it was enough.