Married to the billionaire I hate

Valerie The first thing I noticed when I walked into the café was the shouting. It was loud enough to make almost everyone in the room turn their heads, including me. I had only come in because I wanted something cold to drink before heading home, but the scene in front of me immediately caught my attention. A man stood near one of the tables, his expensive shirt stained with juice. From the way he was dressed, I could already tell he had more money than sense. Standing in front of him was a young waitress who looked terrified. “I’m sorry, sir,” she kept saying. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean to.” “An accident?” the man asked angrily. “Do you know how much this shirt costs?” The girl shook her head. “Of course you don’t.” He looked down at his stained shirt and then back at her. “This shirt alone costs two million naira. Do you even know what that means?” The waitress lowered her head. “I’m really sorry, sir.” He suddenly raised his hand and slapped her. My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. “Hey!” Everyone around us went quiet. The man slowly turned his head toward me. I walked closer, staring at him in disbelief. “What are you doing?” He looked at me as if I had just interrupted something that had nothing to do with me. “Excuse me?” “You just slapped her.” “And?” I looked at the waitress, then back at him. “She made a mistake. You don’t have to hit her.” He gave a short laugh. “Do you know who I am?” “No, and honestly, I don’t care.” His face changed immediately. The people standing around us became even quieter. He stepped closer to me. “You should learn to mind your business.” “And you should learn how to treat people.” His jaw tightened. “You have no idea who you’re talking to.” I looked at his clothes. “Well, apparently I’m talking to a man who thinks a two million naira shirt gives him the right to hit someone.” His eyes narrowed. “You think you’re funny?” “No. I think you’re embarrassing yourself.” One of the men sitting at his table looked away, probably trying not to laugh. The man noticed and glared at him before looking back at me. “You have no idea how much this costs.” “Two million naira. You already told everyone.” “Then you should understand why I’m angry.” “I understand that you’re angry. I don’t understand why you think that gives you the right to hurt someone.” He stared at me for a few seconds. Then he said, “Can you afford it?” I frowned. “What?” “My clothes. Can you afford them?” I looked at him without saying anything. “You’re going to have to work for twenty years to afford what I’m wearing,” he continued. “So don’t stand here and act like you’re better than me.” I reached into my bag and brought out my cheque book. His expression changed slightly. I wrote something down, tore out the cheque, and walked toward him. He watched me with confusion as I held it out. “Five million naira.” He looked at the cheque, then at me. “Buy two.” I placed the cheque against his chest. “And keep the change.” For a moment, he said nothing. I turned toward the waitress. “Are you okay?” She nodded quickly. I gave her a small smile before walking away. I could feel everyone’s eyes following me as I left the café. I didn’t care. I had no idea who that man was, and I had no intention of finding out. All I knew was that no amount of money gave anyone the right to treat another human being that way. As I stepped outside, I took a deep breath and shook my head. “What a horrible man.” I had no idea that the man I had just embarrassed would soon become the biggest problem in my life. And I definitely had no idea that one day, I would have to call him my husband.