I Became Rich After Marriage

I married someone two years ago. From then on, I lived a happy life.

Thankfully, I did not have to deal with a mother-in-law and did not have to work. I even got two hundred thousand dollars from my husband every month as pocket money.

Even my best friends lived the high life because of me.

But today, right after I got my allowance, I got a call from the police station. They told me to pick my husband up from there.

My marriage to Shaun Lowell began because of a community gathering. At that time, I had just turned twenty-seven, and all I heard from my mother was her constant nagging to get married.

The pressure made me react in anger, and I made my way to flirt with Shaun, who looked like the most eligible bachelor in the entire gathering. But he was even more straightforward than I was. When he saw me, he said, “Do you want to get married? I’ll give you at least two hundred thousand dollars a month as allowance.”

At an offer like that, rejecting him would have been outright rude.

Right after we introduced ourselves, we got married in the afternoon. During the two years of our marriage, we only saw each other once.

In the beginning, I was worried that this was an elaborate scam, but he did not disrupt my life in any way in the past two years, aside from making me rich.

“Ms. Snow, if there isn’t any problem with the form, please sign it and pick up your husband.”

I wanted to tell him that there was a problem after all, but when I saw the glaring evidence on the police officer’s computer of me being Shaun’s legal wife, I chickened out.

After I signed the form, I went to pick Shaun up. He was waiting for me on a bench in the hall. His lips were pursed, and he seemed quite nervous.

Once I composed myself, I told him to come with me, but he hushed me and put a finger to his lips with a serious face. A flicker of excitement shone in his face.

“Shhh… a wife caught her husband cheating on her with her own cousin. They’re arguing right now.”

That was prime soap opera material.

Was Shaun not a company president? No president would be so obsessed with gossip. Had the amnesia messed with more than just his memories? Maybe it rewired his entire personality?

The police had told me that he had lost his memory.

When we got home, he was still regretful that he had not gotten to hear the end of that cheating scandal.

“You really don’t remember anything?”

I was not ashamed to admit that I was still clinging to hope.

“I know my name.” He wandered about my house. “Is this our house, honey?”

I firmly corrected him. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

Because it cheapened the purely transactional nature of our relationship.

After some thought,