The overnight trillionaire Ex-husband

Betrayed by best friend

The afternoon sun was already beginning to fade when Ethan walked into the bank. His mind had been troubled since the divorce, but he still believed one thing remained untouched—his savings. It was the only thing that gave him a little confidence that he would survive whatever humiliation Sophia and her family had prepared for him.

He inserted his card into the ATM and entered the amount he wanted to withdraw. The machine processed the request for a few seconds before a message appeared.

Transaction declined.

Ethan frowned.

He pressed cancel and tried again, thinking it might have been a network problem. The machine gave the same response.

Transaction declined.

He stared at the screen for a moment, irritation beginning to rise inside him. He removed the card slowly.

“What the hell is this?” he muttered under his breath.

Ethan walked into the banking hall and went straight to the service desk. A young officer greeted him politely.

“Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?”

“My card isn’t working,” Ethan said, placing it on the desk. “I tried withdrawing money twice and it keeps declining.”

The officer typed something into her computer.

“Your account number, sir.”

Ethan gave it to her and waited. At first she looked calm, but after a moment her expression changed slightly. Her fingers stopped moving.

Ethan noticed immediately.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

The officer hesitated before answering.

“Sir… your account has been restricted.”

“Restricted?” Ethan repeated.

“Yes, sir. The account has been frozen.”

The words sounded unreal to him.

“That’s impossible,” he said. “Who authorized that?”

The officer looked at the screen again.

“The request came from Mrs. Sophia Carter.”

Ethan felt his stomach tighten.

“My wife froze my account?”

“Yes, sir.”

For several seconds he did not speak. He simply stared at the officer, trying to understand what she had just said.

“But that’s my personal account,” he said slowly.

“The documents we received state that the funds are connected to the Carter family company,” she replied carefully. “Until the legal dispute is settled, the account will remain frozen.”

Ethan’s hands clenched.

Years.

He had spent years building that company. Working day and night. Expanding their business. Increasing their profits.

And now they were telling him the money he earned from it wasn’t even his.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, though there was nothing polite in his tone.

He picked up his card and walked out of the bank.

Outside, the air felt heavier than before. He stood beside his car for a moment, his mind racing.

Sophia had frozen his account.

Not her father.

Not the company.

Sophia.

That meant one thing.

She wanted him completely ruined.

A bitter laugh escaped him.

“So this is how far you’re willing to go,” he murmured.

Ethan opened the car door and got inside. Within seconds the engine started and the car pulled onto the road.

The drive to the Carter mansion was quick, but the thoughts in his head made it feel longer. Every memory of the past few years replayed itself in his mind.

The dinners where Sophia barely spoke to him.

The times her parents mocked him in front of guests.

The meetings where his ideas were praised but his name was never mentioned.

All of it made sense now.

They had never respected him.

They had simply used him.

The tall iron gates of the Carter mansion appeared ahead. The guard opened them without asking questions, clearly surprised to see Ethan returning after the divorce.

Ethan drove inside and stopped near the entrance. The mansion stood proudly under the fading sunlight, as elegant as ever.

For a moment he remained inside the car, staring at the building.

That house had once felt like a dream.

Now it looked like a place built on lies.

He stepped out and walked inside.

The living room was quiet. One of the maids standing near the staircase froze when she saw him.

“Mr. Ethan…”

“Where is my wife?” Ethan asked immediately.

The maid looked nervous.

“She… she…”

Ethan’s patience disappeared.

“Where is my wife?” he repeated sharply.

“She’s upstairs,” the maid said quickly.

Ethan didn’t wait for anything else. He moved toward the staircase and climbed it quickly. His footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway.

Something felt wrong.

The house was too quiet.

When he reached the second floor, he walked straight to the bedroom he used to share with Sophia.

The door was slightly open.

Ethan pushed it.

What he saw made the world around him stop.

Sophia was on the bed, wrapped loosely in a sheet. Her hair was messy, her breathing still uneven.

And standing beside the bed was Victor.

Victor was adjusting his shirt when he noticed Ethan at the door.

For a moment the three of them simply stared at each other.

Ethan’s mind refused to accept what his eyes were seeing.

“Victor…” he said quietly.

The name sounded weak coming from his mouth.

Victor looked at him without any guilt in his eyes.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said calmly.

Ethan’s chest tightened.

His gaze shifted to Sophia.

She looked irritated rather than ashamed.

“What are you doing here?” she asked coldly.

The question hit him harder than the scene itself.

“What… am I doing here?” Ethan repeated slowly.

Sophia stood up from the bed and grabbed a robe, wrapping it around herself.

“We signed the divorce papers already,” she said. “You have no reason to come back.”

Ethan’s legs suddenly felt weak.

His body lost its strength and he sank to the floor.

The cold tiles pressed against his palms as he tried to breathe.

Victor.

His best friend.

The person he trusted more than anyone.

Standing beside his wife’s bed.

Victor walked a few steps closer, looking down at him.

“You should leave, Ethan.”

Ethan lifted his head slowly.

“Victor… how long?” he asked.

Victor didn’t answer immediately.

Sophia spoke instead.

“Does it matter?”

Her voice was sharp and impatient.

“We’re together now,” she said. “That’s all you need to know.”

The words felt like knives twisting inside his chest.

Ethan looked at Victor again.

“We were friends,” he said.

Victor shrugged slightly.

“That was before.”

Ethan struggled to stand up. His body felt heavy, like every ounce of strength had drained from it.

For years he had believed Victor was the only person who truly understood him.

The only one who stood by him when Sophia’s family insulted him.

Now he realized Victor had been standing behind him only to stab him in the back.

Sophia crossed her arms.

“You’re embarrassing yourself,” she said. “If you’re done staring, leave.”

Ethan looked around the room one last time.

The bed.

The sheets.

The two people he once trusted the most.

Something inside him broke quietly.

He turned without saying another word and walked out of the room.

Neither of them stopped him.

As Ethan walked down the stairs, the mansion suddenly felt colder than it ever had before.

Outside, the evening wind brushed against his face as he reached his car.

He stood there for a long moment.

His wife had betrayed him.

His best friend had betrayed him.

His money was gone.

His dignity had been destroyed.