The Night My Wife Left, I Made $500 Trillion From Crypto

A love confession

Half of the banquet hall fell into a deathly silence after Damian presented his offer.

This was not the kind of silence that follows a bad joke, where people are waiting for the punchline. This was the silence of shock from everyone nearby who heard him.

Across the hall, old classmates exchanged bewildered glances. Some whispered quietly behind their hands, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Damian had crossed a line. A line no friend should ever cross. A line that shattered years of trust and friendship in a single, casual sentence.

Ethan stared at Damian, his mind struggling to process the words that had just left his best friend's mouth. He felt sure that his ears had deceived him.

There’s no way Damian was serious—he must have been joking. This had better be some kind of messed-up joke. Like a silly prank that ends with a laugh and a friendly slap on the back.

"Not funny, Damian," Ethan said, forcing a brittle laugh. "Good one, though. You almost had me."

Damian's smile didn't waver. If anything, it grew colder and more serious. "I'm serious, Ethan. I want Lois. I want your wife, and I'm ready to offer you $50 million for her."

The words hit Ethan like a physical blow. He felt the blood drain from his face, his grip on the crutches tightening until his knuckles turned white.

This wasn't a joke. This was fucking real.

His best friend—the man who had stood by him at his wedding and vowed to always have his back—was now offering him $50 million to divorce his wife and let him marry her.

"You bastard," Ethan whispered, his voice thick with anger. "How dare you ask me something so vile. You want to buy my wife? Are you out of your mind?"

"Let me explain something to you," Damian continued, his voice as calm as a whisper. "I've had a crush on Lois since high school. But back then, I couldn't compete with you, could I? You were the star quarterback, the golden boy with the bright future. Everyone loved Ethan Carter. I was just the quiet kid in the back of the class."

He paused, his eyes flickering toward Lois with an intensity that made Ethan's stomach churn.

"But things change, Ethan. Now I'm worth three billion dollars. I own a penthouse building and also have a private jet. I can give Lois everything she deserves—everything you promised her but never delivered," Damian said, his voice hardening. "So I'll ask again. Fifty million dollars, right now. Walk away, and let me marry her."

Ethan stared at his best friend, feeling the world tilt beneath him. This was more than just a betrayal. This was complete annihilation.

"You think you can just buy my wife?" Ethan's voice was low, trembling with anger. "You think $50 million is enough to make me walk away from the woman I love?"

"Yes," Damian responded without hesitation. "Most men in your situation would do it in a heartbeat."

This only made Ethan more aggravated.

"I don't care if you're worth three billion or three trillion," Ethan continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "Lois isn't for sale. She's my wife. She's not a transaction, nor is she a prize to be won."

He turned toward Lois, his eyes pleading. "Lois, let's go home right now. We don't need to be here. We don't need any of this."

For a moment, something flashed in Lois's eyes. She looked at Damian—at his pristine white Brioni suit, his expensive wristwatch, and all the promise of a life she had only ever dreamed about.

Damian wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

He moved closer, his voice lowering into a gentle, compelling whisper. "Lois, you've heard my offer. Fifty million dollars—he doesn't want to take it, but that doesn't matter because it can be yours if you want it. That's just a fraction of what I'm worth."

He paused, licking his dry lips. "If you leave him and marry me, you'll never want for anything again. No more unpaid bills. No more landlords threatening to evict you. No more living from hand to mouth on a man who can't provide for you."

Lois stared at Damian as if he was speaking the impossible. She was at a complete loss for words. Her mind raced, conflicted over what she should do.

Damian noticed her slight hesitation and then gestured at Ethan with a dismissive wave. "Look at him, Lois. Take a good look at him. This cannot be called love. He's keeping you in poverty. He promised you a life of luxury, and what did he give you? A broken-down pickup truck, a mountain of debt, and empty promises. Is that what you want for the rest of your life?"

Ethan's heart hammered in his chest. He glanced at Lois, desperately seeking any sign that she would reject this madness and stand by his side.

"Don't waste your time, Damian," Ethan said, forcing confidence into his voice. "Lois loves me. She's my wife. She's not going to leave me for you."

But the moment the words left his mouth, something in Lois's expression changed. She raised her hand slowly, her fingers touching the wedding ring on her left hand.

Ethan felt his stomach drop as a cold dread spread through his veins.

"Lois?" he whispered, his voice breaking. "Lois, what are you doing?"

She pulled the ring off her finger. The simple gold band caught the light of the chandeliers, glinting like a tiny star in her hand.

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the ring at Ethan. It bounced off his chest and clattered to the polished floor, spinning in a slow, mocking circle before coming to rest at his feet.

"I accept Damian's offer," she said, her voice flat and lacking any emotion.

The words hung in the air like a death sentence.