After The Divorce, I Suddenly Inherited $100 trillion

Willis Stone

Bruce gritted his teeth bitterly.

Those words hit him like a blow to the chest. His mouth felt dry, his heart slamming violently against his ribs.

The word: Divorce, filled him with dread.

Caro was daring him to leave her. Divorce was his only logical choice. It'd be too easy.

But Bruce was married to Caro on a watertight contract. If he divorced Caro, he would be ruined completely without mercy.

Caro waited for a response but his hesitation only irritated her more.

"Just as I thought," She sneered, grabbing her purse and marching for the stairs. "You're a spineless piece of shit who can't survive without my family's protection."

Her footsteps echoed as she disappeared upstairs.

Bruce remained where he was. His chest burned and his eyes stung. His hands shook as he stared at the floor.

For the first time in his life, he felt truly alone.

* * * *

The following day, Willis invested $8 million into Griffin Enterprise—just as he promised.

The Griffin family were ecstatic. All their financial troubles were finally over.

Marcus Griffin, patriarch of the Griffin family, threw a party in Willis' honour.

That evening, the Griffin household was glittering with lights and music. Their friends and business associates graced the party, eager to meet Willis and congratulate the Griffins.

Bruce moved among the guests, a tray balance at his fingertips as he served drinks and refreshments.

As the least important member of the Griffin family, Bruce had been assigned to assist the servants; serving drinks and clearing plates.

No one questioned it because Bruce had an infamous reputation as the pauper son-in-law.

From time to time, Bruce glanced over his shoulders towards the entrance, searching for Caro.

She had gone to pick Willis up over an hour ago and she still hadn't returned.

Just then, the front doors opened. Caro walked in first, wearing a radiant smile on her face.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced smoothly, "allow me to introduce—"

She paused, stepping aside. "—Mr. Willis Stone."

The moment Willis stepped inside, the atmosphere changed. It was as if a King had arrived.

Conversations ceased immediately. Heads turned and all eyes were centered on him.

The rest of the Griffin family stopped what they were doing and began to cluster around him like sheep.

Marcus Griffin rushed forward, a feverish grin threatening to split his face in two.

"Mr. Stone!" Marcus exclaimed, clasping Willis’s hand with both of his own. "Welcome to my home. It's such an honour to host you. Thank you for coming."

"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Griffin," Willis returned the grin. "You have a beautiful home. You know I'm a busy man. I wouldn't have come if Caro hadn't convinced me to."

"Then I owe my daughter a great debt," Marcus laughed loudly. "Whatever you desire, just say the word. We are prepared to serve you."

A mischievous smile curled Willis' lips. “Where is that useless son-in-law of yours? I want him to serve me tonight.”

“Oh, he'll be pleased to,” Marcus laughed. “Just leave him to me.”

Marcus turned, his gaze hardening. "Bruce. Where is that good-for-nothing bastard?"

Bruce stiffened when his father-in-law called for him.

"Bruce!" Marcus barked, pointing at him. "Get your lazy ass over here."

Bruce stepped forward, the tray steady in his hands.

Willis lifted an eyebrow as he watched him approach. He turned to Caro with a smirk. "I still can't believe your husband is serving drinks. Is he really that worthless?"

“Oh, please,” Caro hid her face in shame. "He's nobody important, Willis. He's only here because we require extra hands to serve our guests. That's all he's good at."

Willis found this very amusing. A son-in-law who is so useless he's subjected to servant duties.

Bruce stopped a few steps away, hanging his head low. "Yes, father-in-law?" he said calmly. "You called?"

"Yes I did, you idiot," Marcus snapped. "We have a very important guest in our midst. This is Mr. Willis Stone. He's the man who saved our family. From now on, you'll personally attend to him. Do you understand?"

Bruce lifted his gaze and met Willis's eyes. His jaw clenched and his fingers tightened around the tray.

For a brief moment, he glared at Willis who sneered back.

“Hello, Bruce,” he grinned, “fancy running into you here. Be a good boy and mix me a dry martini.”

Bruce couldn't imagine serving the very man who slept with his wife last night. It was a disgraceful insult to his manhood.

"I'm sorry, father-in-law," Bruce said, his voice steady. "But I can't do that."

Marcus froze, his smile vanishing from his face.

"What the hell did you just say?"

* * * *

Tension began to rise in the room after Bruce refused his father-in-law's orders.

"I said I can't serve this man," Bruce repeated, swallowing hard. "I don't want to!"

Marcus couldn't believe his ears. Bruce had never defiled his orders. Not once. Not in all the years he'd been treated like trash by the Griffin family.

No one here knew the truth. No one knew why Bruce acted this way.

He hadn't told his father-in-law nor members of the Griffin family about Caro's infidelity the other night.

He just couldn't bring himself to publicly shame his wife in front of her family and friends.

But serving her lover?

That was the ultimate humiliation. Bruce drew the line there. Even if it meant disobeying his father-in-law.

"How dare you," Marcus snarled.

Before Bruce could react, his father-in-law swung his hand, slapping him across the face.

The sound echoed like a gunshot, silencing the room completely.

Bruce staggered back a little, dropping the tray to the floor. The tray crashed, shattering glass and spilling drinks across the carpet.

All eyes turned towards him. No one moved a muscle.

Marcus loomed over him like an angry bear. "Of all days," he barked, "you chose today to bring disgrace to my family?"

He gestured sharply toward Willis, his voice rising. "Allow me to remind you that this man, Mr. Willis Stone, just pulled Griffin Enterprise back from the edge of bankruptcy. And you ungrateful piece of trash dare refuse to serve him?”