My Wife Chose a Rich Guy, Thinking I’m Poor

My club ran into some financial trouble, and when I went to review the accounts, I was surprised to see Courtney there.

In front of everyone, Courtney pointed at me and sneered, “Jordan, didn’t I tell you? You don’t belong in my circle. How did you even get in here?”

Her childhood friend Bradley Foster added with a smirk, “Oh, let him stay, Courtney. Maybe he’ll learn a thing or two. After all, someone like him will never have a chance to set foot in the The Light Vegas Club on his own.”

The others in their group gave me smug looks, their eyes dripping with disdain.

Courtney glanced at me with disgust. “Fine, stay if you want—but don’t speak. You’ll just embarrass me.”

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Her words cut deeper than I expected, and I suddenly realized—I didn’t want to stay anymore.

I hadn’t come for her or any of them. I was there because of the club’s financial crisis. There was a tax issue, something major that needed to be dealt with urgently. But I hadn’t anticipated running into Courtney and her circle of friends.

Since college, I had been chasing after Courtney. Back then, she had countless admirers—most of them wealthy and well-connected—but somehow, she chose me to be her boyfriend.

I still remember how she used to say, “Jordan, look at all the people who are after me—rich, successful, and good-looking. But I didn’t choose material things; I chose love. That makes it worth your whole life to treat me right, doesn’t it?”

I have to admit, Courtney could easily rank among the top in terms of beauty. She had a bright, sunny personality and was incredibly considerate. Even in high school, she was already making a name for herself as a well-known columnist.

So, when she chose me, it felt like an unimaginable gift—one I wasn’t sure I deserved.

At first, I felt deeply insecure. Being with someone like her seemed almost too good to be true.

But Courtney always reassured me. She’d smile confidently and say, “Jordan, you’re the man I, Courtney Harris, chose. You will succeed. I know it.”

Eventually, I succeeded. The app I had developed during college took off, and I made my first pot of gold. From there, I began investing in various projects, and my business ventures expanded rapidly.

During that time, I was swamped with work. Weeks would pass without me seeing Courtney. I thought it was temporary—that I could make it up to her once things settled down.

But when I was finally ready to share my success, excited to tell her how far I’d come, her childhood sweetheart Bradley returned from abroad.

After that, Courtney became distant, almost indifferent, for the next three years. No matter how much I wanted to reconnect or tell her about the industries I had built, she seemed uninterested. The spark between us was gone.

At times, she would brush me off, saying, “Jordan, we’re just boyfriend and girlfriend. You don’t need to report to me how much you’ve achieved.”

Then she would grab her bag and leave. Every time, I’d ask where she was going, and she'd casually reply, “I’m just going out to hang with some friends.”

But I knew what that really meant. I often asked, “Are you going to see Bradley again?”

She’d shoot me a look of pure disgust before sneering, “Bradley and I grew up together. If something were going to happen between us, it would’ve happened long ago. What’s it got to do with you?”

Her words always struck me like a blow. It’s not that I didn’t believe in pure friendship between men and women, but there’s a line that shouldn’t be crossed—and I could tell that line was starting to blur.

And let’s be honest, no man is ever comfortable with the idea of a so-called “male bestie” or a “childhood sweetheart” hanging around.

Whenever I suggested we go out together, she’d hit me with the same cold line, “Jordan, I’ve told you before—my circle isn’t one you can fit into. How did you even get in?”

I told myself that if I didn’t fit into her world, I’d choose to trust her and give her the freedom she wanted. That’s why, today, I was only there to handle the financial issues.

But the moment I stepped into the corridor, Courtney noticed me standing there. “What are you doing just standing around?” she snapped, pulling me inside with a look of disdain.

“The things in the The Light Vegas Club are expensive, so don’t touch anything,” she said coldly. “If you break something, you’ll have to pay for it, and knowing you, you'd be miserable about the money. I hate how stingy you are.”

Her words stung, but before I could respond, Bradley, acting as if I didn’t even exist, casually draped his arm around Courtney’s shoulders. “Relax, Courtney,” he said with a smirk. “None of us are short of money. Even if Jordan smashes the whole private room, we can cover it.”

Then he glanced at me, his eyes flicking to his arm resting on her, and added with a sly smile, “Hey, Jordan, don’t worry about it. We’ve known each other forever—like family. A shoulder bump is nothing. But if it bothers you, I’ll make sure to watch it next time.”

Before I could say anything, Courtney laughed and brushed him off. “Bradley, ignore him. He’s stingy with money and jealous when it comes to love!”

Courtney wrapped her arm around Bradley’s waist, her eyes locking onto mine with a provocative gleam. “Do you have any objections?” she asked, daring me to respond.

I shook my head, keeping my expression calm despite the knot tightening in my chest. In a steady, measured tone, I replied, “No objections. And if you two are willing to keep the show going, I wouldn’t mind seeing something more… exciting.”