Framed as a Gold Digger, I Destroyed My Fiancé's EmpireChapter 1

Right before my college graduation, my fiancé, Oliver Jefferson, the CEO of Jefferson Group, threw an incredibly over-the-top engagement party just for me.

Champagne towers, chandeliers, a jazz trio flown in from New Orleans, the works.

And right in the middle of it, Oliver handed me a supplementary credit card.

"Use it however you like," he said, slipping it into my palm like it was a love letter.

Sweet, right?

Well… I didn't use it. Not a single swipe.

Apparently, that didn't sit too well with him.

"Therese," Oliver said one night, jaw tight, frustration bubbling beneath his too-smooth voice. "You're going to be my wife. The money I earn? It's meant for you to enjoy. So, if you refuse to use it, what does that mean? You don't love me? Or are you planning to back out of our engagement?"

His eyes were red as he begged me to use his money. He even told me he couldn't eat or sleep until I started using that card.

So, just to appease him, I used the card for two cheap takeout meals.

That was it—just two.