The Billionaire's Broken-Shoed Wife

I was the wife of a billionaire, but my shoes had holes in them. My hundred-dollar monthly allowance-the price for my family's million-dollar debt-had vanished on necessities.

When I asked my husband, Jason, for a new pair, he told me not to bother him with trifles.

Minutes later, a notification popped up on my phone. He had just donated fifty million dollars to a museum wing named after his ex-girlfriend.

Then came the group chat from his circle of friends.

"I heard Florence only gets a $100 allowance," one wife wrote. "My dog eats better than that!"