My fiancée wanted a prenup to protect her assets from me—then found out I had 10x more than her!😱 скачать в хорошем качестве

My fiancée wanted a prenup to protect her assets from me—then found out I had 10x more than her!😱

My fiancée wanted a prenup to protect her assets from me—then found out I had 10x more than her? I was at our favorite steakhouse when Victoria said, "Daniel, I want a prenup. I've worked too hard to risk losing everything in a divorce. I'm not risking my future on you." I set down my fork. "Okay. Makes sense." She looked surprised. "You're not upset?" "Why would I be? It's practical." Victoria relaxed, smiling. "Oh good. Most guys would be offended. But I need to protect my assets. The marketing firm is really taking off, and I have my condo, my investments. I can't risk my future on anyone, even you." That stung a little, but I kept my poker face. "So how do we do this?" "My lawyer's drawing up the paperwork. We each keep what we bring in. No alimony. Should be ready next week." "Sounds good. I'll have my lawyer review it." She laughed. "You don't have a lawyer." "I'll get one." What Victoria didn't know? Five years ago, I developed inventory management software. Licensed it to a major hospitality company. The residuals alone bring in $40K monthly. Then there's my four rental properties, my investment portfolio, and my previous startup that she thought failed—but actually sold for $2.3 million. I drive a 2015 Honda. Live in a decent apartment. Wear Target clothes. Why? Because money makes people weird. I wanted someone to love me for me, not my bank account. Victoria, meanwhile, loved talking about her success. Her firm had maybe 12 clients. Her condo was heavily mortgaged. Her BMW? Leased. But she acted like the next marketing mogul. I called my college roommate Tommy, now a family law attorney. "Tommy, I need a prenup drafted." "Finally telling Victoria about your money?" "Nope. She wants one to protect her assets from me." He laughed so hard I had to hold the phone away. A week later, her lawyer sent the draft. It was aggressive. She'd keep everything. I'd vacate our home in any divorce. The engagement ring would return to her. My lawyer Eleanor reviewed it. "This is insulting. She's treating you like a gold digger." "Let her. Draft our counter, but add one thing—full financial disclosure." The meeting was scheduled for Thursday. Victoria came in wearing her power suit, looking ready to dominate. Her lawyer slid over her financials. Eleanor slid over mine. The room went silent. Victoria grabbed the papers. "This can't be right. Four rental properties? Software generating how much per month?" "All verified," Eleanor said smoothly. "Daniel, why didn't you tell me?" "You never asked. You always said money shouldn't matter." "But I thought—" "That you were doing me a favor? That I was lucky?" Her face went red. "You sold a company for $2.3 million and you drive a Honda?" "Great gas mileage." She stood up. "I need air." Two days later, she showed up at my apartment at 10 PM. "Nobody has to know about this," she said. "We sign the prenup, but we don't tell anyone about your money. My family, my friends, my business associates—they all know me as this successful woman who doesn't need a man's money." "You want me to pretend to be poor?" "You've been doing it this long." "I wasn't pretending. I just lived my life. You're asking me to actively lie." "My whole identity is built on this! If people find out you're worth millions, what does that make me?" "Still Victoria." "No. It makes me the woman who married up. The gold digger." The irony was suffocating. "So you're fine with a prenup that treated me like a gold digger, but upset that I actually have money? Make it make sense." She started crying. "You don't understand. You made me look like an idiot. I've been explaining basic finance to you, giving you investment advice, and you just sat there." "I was loving you. There's a difference." "I can't marry someone who makes me feel small." "Victoria, I never made you feel small. You feel small because you based your self-worth on being richer than me. That's on you." She left the ring on my table. Last week, she texted: "I see you're engaged. Did you tell her about your money?" "First month. She still wanted me." She blocked me after that.