The CEO’s Allowance

I accidentally used the shared bank card linked to my husband, Ryan Newman. Before I could even leave the store, two officers pinned me to the ground and accused me of embezzling company funds.

Right then, Ryan’s new secretary, Georgia Hawkins, called me.

"Mrs. Newman, I was the one who reported you! Do you have any idea how hard Mr. Newman works for his money?

"He works himself to the bone every day. You can’t keep spending so recklessly anymore! Starting today, I’ll be managing all your expenses. Every purchase needs my approval first!

"Oh, and your monthly spending limit is now $500. You already spent $499 today, so don’t even think about spending another cent this month."

Listening to her smug little lecture, I laughed.

Georgia had only been at the company for a month. Just because Ryan treated her politely at work, she’d started acting like she ran his entire life.

Little did she know, the company belonged to me. Every dollar in Ryan's bank account came from me, including her paycheck.

As for the Mr. Newman she worshiped so much? He was just the man who married into my family.

So what gave her the right to manage my money?

The officers stared at the message on my phone while Georgia Hawkins’s voice rang through the call. Then they looked at the payment notification showing I’d only spent a few dollars after using a discount coupon.

Every single one of them went pale. They immediately apologized and promised they would report the false police report to Sterling & Co. Holdings, my husband's company. Apparently, one of their employees had deliberately lied to the authorities.

However, I barely heard them. Clutching the counter, I bent over in pain, my face drained of color.

"My stomach hurts so bad..." I gasped. "I think... I think I might be going into labor... Please take me to the hospital."

Everyone panicked instantly. They rushed me into the car and sped toward the hospital.

By the time we arrived, the pain had become unbearable.

At registration, the nurse asked for payment. Fighting through the contractions, I pulled several bank cards from my wallet and handed them over.

A few minutes later, the nurse returned with an awkward expression. "Ms. Langley, your cards have all been declined."

A chill took over my body.

"That’s impossible." My voice trembled. "There should be millions in those accounts. How could there be no money?"

Then Georgia’s words suddenly flashed through my mind.

"Your spending has been restricted."

A chill crawled down my spine. She’d transferred the money out of my accounts.

I immediately grabbed my phone and called Ryan. The call connected after a few rings.

"Ryan, I—"

Before I could finish, Georgia’s impatient voice cut in from the other side. "Seriously, Ms. Langley? Are you done yet? It’s just a limit on your spending. Did you really rush off to complain to Mr. Newman that quickly?"

She let out a mocking laugh. "As I said,