My Sentence for Her Crime

"I did three years in prison for my wife, Lilian Parson.The day I got out, she handed me an envelope for her company's grand opening. Inside was a single dollar bill.For a second, I thought it was a mistake. Then I saw her colleague, Nathan Ramsey, holding his envelope—his also contained a single dollar.Relieved, I pushed my doubts aside. I smiled, stood by Lilian's side through the entire ceremony, the picture of a proud, supportive husband.That night, scrolling through Instagram, I saw Nathan's latest post. A photo of a check.[Congratulations to Lilian Parson on the grand opening! So generous—100 million as a gift!]The comments section exploded with envy and blessings, congratulating him and "the boss" on finally becoming a couple.Lilian offered no explanation. Instead, she hurried to draw a line between us."You just got out of prison," she said coolly. "It's not a good look to go public right now. Let's keep our marriage a secret. In front of others, just call me your boss."Then she turned around and liked Nathan's post.I wiped the tears from my eyes, picked up my phone, and dialed the number of her greatest rival."From now on, I work for you," I said."