The Day I Went Bankrupt, My Husband Gave Me Eight Billion

Max Gilbert and I were a business marriage.

When we married, Henson Group was at its peak.

And Gilbert was on the edge of bankruptcy.

Everyone said the Gilberts had married up, and I thought so too.

So from our wedding day, I drew a clear line between us.

Polite, distant roommates. No interfering in each other's lives.

Once Gilbert was steady, we'd part on good terms.

He seemed to accept the rule without a word.

Five years.

We lived under the same roof, but more like two people splitting rent.

Until Henson Group blew up and fell into bankruptcy liquidation.

While everyone else rushed to draw a line between themselves and me, Max Gilbert knocked on my office door with an investment agreement in hand.

"Miss Henson, this time it's my turn to protect you."

……

The day Max Gilbert and I married.

The banquet hall in the Henson Group tower glittered with lights and gowns and perfume.

Every guest wore a smile pitched just right.

Their mouths offered blessings for a long and happy union, while underneath they murmured.

"The Gilberts have struck gold. The Henson heiress lowering herself to marry him is like hooking Gilbert up to a lifeline."

"Isn't it just. Henson's riding high, and Gilbert's nearly bankrupt. If that's not marrying up, what is?"

Hearing the quiet talk among the guests, I felt no anger. I was perfectly calm.

Because they were right.

This marriage really was the Gilberts marrying up.

So after the ceremony, I looked Max Gilbert straight in the eye and said, "Mr. Gilbert, I have no feelings for you. During this arrangement, I'd like us not to interfere in each other's lives. In five years, we part on good terms."

I said it openly, without the slightest awkwardness.

I'd even braced myself for him to haggle.

After all, some men take the bargain and still want more, claim the title and then want the person too.

Max Gilbert said nothing. He only nodded calmly, accepting the rule.

And so the next five years.

We lived under the same roof, but more like a pair of roommates splitting rent.

Absurdly courteous with each other.

We ran into each other in the dining room every morning.

He'd pour me a cup of coffee first, I'd pass him a slice of toast, and then we'd each read our own paper.

Now and then we'd trade a couple of lines about industry news, but never anything personal.

Until one day the press caught him at the same hotel as an actress.

He must have heard somewhere that I knew, because he suddenly came to my bedroom and said, "That day was a brand endorsement meeting. The press is making things up… don't be upset…"

I looked up at him.

I smiled and said, "Mr. Gilbert, you don't need to explain to me. I said it already, no interfering. Your private life doesn't interest me."

The expression on his face stalled, his eyes dimming, and he said nothing more before turning and going upstairs.

For several days after that, we barely spoke.

I didn't dwell on it. This was how it had always been, distance kept, better for everyone.

I have to admit, Max Gilbert was truly capable.

With a half-billion investment, he dragged Gilbert back from the brink of bankruptcy in three short years. After that, it was nothing but a steady climb.

By the fifth year, Gilbert's market value was already a notch above the Hensons.

The people who'd once said Max Gilbert was marrying up now turned around to praise how capable he was.

Some even said I had a sharp eye, that I'd married a man with real promise.

I just smiled. Promise or not, what did it have to do with me?