After Breaking Up, I Returned Home as a Wealthy Heiress

Brian secretly used our wedding fund to buy stocks in Titan Corporation, riding the wave as the market soared, doubling Titan's value.

I urged him to cash out while we were ahead and settle down.

But Brian jerked his hand away, eyes blazing with defiance.

"Let's call it quits. I've doubled my worth; you don't measure up anymore."

Little did he know, I was the elusive heiress of Titan Corporation.

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"Miss Green, if you're keen on this house, you could put down a $10,000 deposit now. It's refundable within a week if you change your mind," the real estate agent offered.

Hoping to consult him, I called Brian, but his secretary told me he was tied up in a meeting.

Watching the hustle and bustle outside the window, I recalled that this was my second visit to this house. Last time, Brian liked it too.

We had discussed where to place the master bedroom and how to set up the nursery...

"I'll go ahead with the deposit," I decided, cheerfully whipping out my credit card.

"Beep, insufficient funds. Please check your balance."

How could this be? This account holds our five-year savings for marriage.

"Miss Green, would you like to try another card?" the agent asked, eyeing me doubtfully.

"No, all my funds are tied up in this one," I replied, my smile faltering, my voice barely a whisper.

That evening, Brian returned from work as usual, casually asking about dinner and ranting about his day as if nothing was amiss.

I finally blurted out, "Brian, what happened to the two million in our joint account?"

His brow furrowed at my question, and he put down his fork, a mix of discomfort and irritation in his gaze.

"Didn't we agree that I'd manage our finances? Why this interrogation all of a sudden?" he stammered.

"Today, I revisited that house we liked. I tried to put down a deposit, but there wasn't enough money in the account," I explained, gazing at him and seeking an explanation or at least a proper reaction from him.

"You didn't think to discuss this with me first?" Brian rose, his stare intensifying as if I had committed a great wrong.

"Most of that two million was my contribution; you haven't added anything for a while, Brian."

"So you're blaming me now, Olivia? It was your idea to pool your savings quickly for the wedding!" he retorted.

"I saved two million, and you're saying I can't even use $10,000 of it?" I inhaled deeply, striving to stay calm.

"Shouldn't you have discussed it with me first?"

Brian threw his fork into the meal I had prepared, turning our quiet dinner instantly into a battleground.

"Your secretary, Janet, keeps saying how busy you are, and you never answer my calls, right?"

I lost it, standing up and confronting Brian.

"I'm the marketing director at Malone Group, busy day in and day out. Janet gets it. Unlike you, who turns every little thing into an end-of-the-world scenario," he shot back.

"Enough diversions. Just tell me where the money went!" I steered us back to the core issue.

Suddenly sheepish, Brian then struck a pose, smirking confidently.

"I invested it in the stock market. You have no idea how booming the market is! It's like nothing we've seen since 2008!"

This wasn't his first stock market rodeo. With his salary, we could have easily saved enough within a year.

When the market was down, he'd always talk about "buying the dip," but it only sank further, plunging us into debt by one million, which took two years to clear. He had promised to quit trading then.

"You went back to stocks? Haven't you learned anything from your past mistakes? It's your trading that's kept us from saving! And now you gamble with our wedding funds?"

"You just don't see the big picture, Olivia! The greater the storm, the bigger the catch. That two million? It's now five million! I bought into Titan Corporation, and insider tips say it's only going up," Brian declared, sure he had the market in his grasp.

Hearing "Titan Corporation" made my head spin.

"This is madness. You need to pull out now. We're not getting any younger; it's time to think about our wedding. You've doubled your investment—let's cash out and live securely," I pleaded, holding back my anger.

Brian played with his utensils, sighing deeply as he met my gaze across the table.

"Settle for a secure life? You're just too shortsighted, Olivia. We're just not on the same wavelength anymore. It's over," he concluded.

"Shortsighted? I was there for you in your leanest times, Brian. I spent hours commuting to save up for a car for you, and now you think I'm not visionary enough?"

"I'll return that old car to you. As for the two million, I'll pay it back next week. I can't access it right now," he said dismissively.

Brian was clueless that I was the heiress to Titan Corp, having left my family just to be with him.