Oliver looked a bit rough around the edges.He was wearing a tank top soaked with sweat, his sunburned skin and solid muscles on display.Over his shoulders, he balanced two heavy crates filled with fish, easily over 300 pounds between them. Yet, he moved with an effortless stride.Out of nowhere, a rock flew through the air, landing right by his foot and causing him to pause.It had to be those lazy coworkers of his, who always dumped the hardest jobs on him.Before he could spot the culprit, the market boss, Anthony, roared out from across the way.“Oliver! You think I pay you to slack off during work hours?”Yep, Oliver couldn’t even deserver a minute to catch his breath. To Anthony, he was no more than a workhorse.And it wasn’t just Anthony—everyone in town saw him the same way.For two reasons: First, he was an outsider.Second, the real kicker, he’d married the town’s richest beauty, Trisha Henverton.She wasn’t from some grand family, but around here, she was still a step above

“Oh my God! Denver!” Trisha gasped, dropping to her knees to check on him. “You bastard! What did you just do?”“You should be thankful that’s all I did. I could have done worse,” Oliver replied coldly.His face showed pain, but he held it in.“How could you lie to me for so long, Trisha? After everything I did for you…”“Oh, spare me. I gave you the chance to be my husband.” Trisha sneered.“Do you even realize what kind of life I could have had if I hadn’t been tied to you?”Each word was like a slap across Oliver’s face.“I could have lived a life of luxury. But what did I get? A worthless husband who couldn’t even find a decent job,” she added, her voice dripping with scorn.“I deserve someone like Denver, someone who can give me the life I should have had.”As she spat out these words, Oliver tightened his hands, struggling to keep his composure."I gave you everything I had...“No matter what luxury you wanted, I worked extra shifts just to buy it for you.“You wanted more spendi

“You stink asshole! We’re done! Don’t make me call the cops!”Trisha screamed, and Oliver just sighed. “Not everything is about you, Trisha. I'm here for the business.”Trisha eyed him from head to toe, her expression full of disdain.“Business? You?” She laughed, shaking her head. “Please! You can’t even afford to walk through those doors. Aren’t you embarrassed?”“Why would I be?”“Because this is a private bank that only serves real VIPs,”The guard standing nearby chimed in, rolling his eyes.Oliver glanced at the guard, unfazed.“Okay, and what if I am one of your top clients?” he asked.The guard raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.“If you’re a top client, then I’m the President.”“Like a stray dog pretending to be a lion,” Trisha added, smirking. “Stay out here and watch me go inside, loser.”She gave him one last smug look before strutting through the doors and into the bank.Oliver let out a quiet chuckle, then turned to the guard, his voice calm but firm.“Here’s my car

A billion dollars!What kind of life did I have before I lost my memory?Oliver wondered, staring at the number in disbelief.The wealth alone stunned him, but the password he’d just used intrigued him even more.“It was a birthdate... but whose?” Oliver frowned.Just then, Rebecca broke the silence.“Sir, with a red card, you don’t need to mind your balance, It is practically unlimited. You have full access to funds from any bank,” she explained.Oliver nodded slowly, trying to wrap his head around it.“So, with a balance like this, does that mean I can withdraw money from anywhere?”Rebecca smiled. “Yes, sir. Withdrawals can be made from anywhere in the world.”He frowned, remembering his earlier attempt.“Then why couldn’t I get any cash from the ATM earlier?”Rebecca tapped on her tablet. Her eyes lit up as she found the answer.“The card had been inactive for 3 years, so it was frozen.”Oliver leaned back in his chair.His mind racing.This card is real. That woman wasn’t lying t

"Of course not," Oliver replied. "It’s my money. Take it. Pay me back whenever you can—no rush, and definitely no interest."Nate’s hands trembled as he stared at the stack of bills, unsure whether to accept.This wasn’t just a loan; it was a life-changing sum.He hesitated, but thoughts of his son's medical bills tipped the scale.With a deep breath, he pocketed the cash."Thank you, Oliver," Nate said, his voice thick with emotion. "I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.""Everything will work out, Nate. I promise," Oliver said, sincerity in his eyes.Nate smiled, a mix of relief and gratitude softening his expression. "I believe it will, buddy."Somehow, he couldn’t help but replay the image of Anthony trembling in front of Oliver. Who is this guy really? he wondered, but just as quickly dismissed the thought. Nah, if he were someone important, he wouldn’t have tolerated Anthony for this long. He’s just another guy trying to get by.When they reached Nate’s modest house, it showed