Chapter 1 · My Husband Blew Millions On His Intern

Chapter 1

The new intern, Bianca White, landed her first deal. My husband, Yosef Lewis, exercised his exclusive bidding privilege to snag her a million-dollar necklace as a reward.

Bianca took to Instagram to show off: [Mr. Lewis says this necklace suits me perfectly. He's so generous, and his taste is amazing.]

I screenshot the post and sent it to Yosef.

He replied casually: [It's just a necklace—barely cost a thing. You're not jealous, are you?]

Clearly, he'd forgotten his promise to only use that exclusive bidding right for me.

I didn't argue. Instead, I quietly handed several of the company's key projects over to his archrival.

"It's just a minor loss of a few million, nowhere near as costly as an exclusive bidding right," I smiled. "You won't mind, will you, honey?"

Yosef glared at me, his face dark.

"Sara, are you insane?" he snapped. "I'm your husband—my earnings are yours, too. How could you give away those major deals to my rival?

"Sure, you're the company's top salesperson, but that doesn't mean you can throw your weight around like this."

I stared at his twisted face, twirling my pen between my fingers.

I couldn't lie—it hurt.

Back when we were head over heels, Yosef had taken me to an auction house.

I fell in love with a pair of emerald bracelets that everyone was dying to bid on.

Without hesitation, Yosef made an exclusive bid.

He scanned the room and declared, "Whatever my girlfriend wants, she gets. Don't you dare challenge me."

From then on, everyone called him a "ride-or-die husband," and we became the talk of our circle.

He even swore he'd only ever make an exclusive bid for me.

But now, he'd gone back on that promise, for a newbie intern.

Just because she sealed her first deal, he made an exclusive bid and tossed her a million-dollar necklace as a reward.

At our company, if a newbie couldn't close a deal within a month, they'd be shown the door.

But Bianca, with Yosef's protection, had been hanging around for half a year.

Before, he hadn't crossed the line, so I could just look the other way. But now, if I kept letting this slide, they might end up in bed together.

"Yosef, do you remember the promise you made to me when we got married?" I asked, my tone neutral, betraying no emotion.

Yosef paused, a flash of guilt crossing his eyes.

"You mean the exclusive bid? Of course I remember," he said. "I swore I'd only ever do that for you, and that still stands.

"As for that bid for Bianca, I've got my reasons."

His bravado deflated instantly. He sat down, slipped his arm around my shoulders, and started sweet-talking me.

"Sara, you have no idea what went down that day," he whispered. "If you did, I bet you'd have my back with that exclusive bid.

"Richard Forrest—that developer I can't stand—was being such a pain. For some reason, he just wouldn't quit bidding against me over a simple pearl necklace.

"I had no choice but to pull the exclusive bid."

I pushed his hand away. "You know what an exclusive bid means to us, do you?

"It's fine you want to reward an intern, but you shouldn't have let her step into the sacred promise that belonged only to us.

"This is the first time—and the last. Those company deals were just a warning. Next time, the losses will be more than a couple million."

Yosef stared at me, his gaze a mix of emotions. After a long pause, he grabbed my hand firmly.

"Go it. I promise there won't be a next time. Just don't be upset, okay?" he murmured, practically begging.

His promise didn't make me feel any better.

He'd taken Bianca to the auction and made an exclusive bid for her. That said it all—his loyalty was already wavering.

No matter how sweet he talked, I wasn't falling for it.

*****

After wrapping up all my work, I got home in the middle of the night.

As soon as I opened the door, the mouthwatering smell of food hit me.

Yosef rushed out of the kitchen, apron tied around his waist, still gripping a spatula.

"You're finally home, busy lady," he smiled. "You must be exhausted. Go wash up, and let's eat."

I glanced over at the spread on the table—fried chicken, sautéed beef with garlic, and tangy shredded potatoes. Every single one was my favorite.

These dishes weren't easy to whip up. Back in the day, I'd begged Yosef to cook them for me, but he always found a way to dodge.

Now, to apologize, he was busting his chops in the kitchen.

After setting down the last dish, Yosef slid into the seat beside me.

When he noticed I was just picking at my oatmeal, his face went a little stiff. He asked, "Sara, why won't you try the dishes? Are you still mad about the auction?

"There's nothing between me and Bianca. She's just an intern, and I'm her boss. We don't run in the same circles—I haven't even had a proper conversation with her."

I didn't push his hand away. Instead, I looked straight into his gorgeous eyes.

"Yosef," I whispered, "we didn't get married for business reasons. We chose each other because we loved one another. We met each other's families, got their blessing, and officially tied the knot.

"It doesn't matter to me if Bianca's an intern or a secretary. What I care about is how you treat her.

"The exclusive bid was something you promised only to me—it's supposed to be a symbol of our love. If you give that to her too, what we have isn't one of a kind anymore."

Chapter 1

The new intern, Bianca White, landed her first deal. My husband, Yosef Lewis, exercised his exclusive bidding privilege to snag her a million-dollar necklace as a reward.

Bianca took to Instagram to show off: [Mr. Lewis says this necklace suits me perfectly. He's so generous, and his taste is amazing.]

I screenshot the post and sent it to Yosef.

He replied casually: [It's just a necklace—barely cost a thing. You're not jealous, are you?]

Clearly, he'd forgotten his promise to only use that exclusive bidding right for me.

I didn't argue. Instead, I quietly handed several of the company's key projects over to his archrival.

"It's just a minor loss of a few million, nowhere near as costly as an exclusive bidding right," I smiled. "You won't mind, will you, honey?"

Yosef glared at me, his face dark.

"Sara, are you insane?" he snapped. "I'm your husband—my earnings are yours, too. How could you give away those major deals to my rival?

"Sure, you're the company's top salesperson, but that doesn't mean you can throw your weight around like this."

I stared at his twisted face, twirling my pen between my fingers.

I couldn't lie—it hurt.

Back when we were head over heels, Yosef had taken me to an auction house.

I fell in love with a pair of emerald bracelets that everyone was dying to bid on.

Without hesitation, Yosef made an exclusive bid.

He scanned the room and declared, "Whatever my girlfriend wants, she gets. Don't you dare challenge me."

From then on, everyone called him a "ride-or-die husband," and we became the talk of our circle.

He even swore he'd only ever make an exclusive bid for me.

But now, he'd gone back on that promise, for a newbie intern.

Just because she sealed her first deal, he made an exclusive bid and tossed her a million-dollar necklace as a reward.

At our company, if a newbie couldn't close a deal within a month, they'd be shown the door.

But Bianca, with Yosef's protection, had been hanging around for half a year.

Before, he hadn't crossed the line, so I could just look the other way. But now, if I kept letting this slide, they might end up in bed together.

"Yosef, do you remember the promise you made to me when we got married?" I asked, my tone neutral, betraying no emotion.

Yosef paused, a flash of guilt crossing his eyes.

"You mean the exclusive bid? Of course I remember," he said. "I swore I'd only ever do that for you, and that still stands.

"As for that bid for Bianca, I've got my reasons."

His bravado deflated instantly. He sat down, slipped his arm around my shoulders, and started sweet-talking me.

"Sara, you have no idea what went down that day," he whispered. "If you did, I bet you'd have my back with that exclusive bid.

"Richard Forrest—that developer I can't stand—was being such a pain. For some reason, he just wouldn't quit bidding against me over a simple pearl necklace.

"I had no choice but to pull the exclusive bid."

I pushed his hand away. "You know what an exclusive bid means to us, do you?

"It's fine you want to reward an intern, but you shouldn't have let her step into the sacred promise that belonged only to us.

"This is the first time—and the last. Those company deals were just a warning. Next time, the losses will be more than a couple million."

Yosef stared at me, his gaze a mix of emotions. After a long pause, he grabbed my hand firmly.

"Go it. I promise there won't be a next time. Just don't be upset, okay?" he murmured, practically begging.

His promise didn't make me feel any better.

He'd taken Bianca to the auction and made an exclusive bid for her. That said it all—his loyalty was already wavering.

No matter how sweet he talked, I wasn't falling for it.

*****

After wrapping up all my work, I got home in the middle of the night.

As soon as I opened the door, the mouthwatering smell of food hit me.

Yosef rushed out of the kitchen, apron tied around his waist, still gripping a spatula.

"You're finally home, busy lady," he smiled. "You must be exhausted. Go wash up, and let's eat."

I glanced over at the spread on the table—fried chicken, sautéed beef with garlic, and tangy shredded potatoes. Every single one was my favorite.

These dishes weren't easy to whip up. Back in the day, I'd begged Yosef to cook them for me, but he always found a way to dodge.

Now, to apologize, he was busting his chops in the kitchen.

After setting down the last dish, Yosef slid into the seat beside me.

When he noticed I was just picking at my oatmeal, his face went a little stiff. He asked, "Sara, why won't you try the dishes? Are you still mad about the auction?

"There's nothing between me and Bianca. She's just an intern, and I'm her boss. We don't run in the same circles—I haven't even had a proper conversation with her."

I didn't push his hand away. Instead, I looked straight into his gorgeous eyes.

"Yosef," I whispered, "we didn't get married for business reasons. We chose each other because we loved one another. We met each other's families, got their blessing, and officially tied the knot.

"It doesn't matter to me if Bianca's an intern or a secretary. What I care about is how you treat her.

"The exclusive bid was something you promised only to me—it's supposed to be a symbol of our love. If you give that to her too, what we have isn't one of a kind anymore."