My Darling Ex-Wife Is Unaware I’m Rich
My Darling Ex-Wife Is Unaware I’m Rich
Author: Yourpsychodreams
Chapter 1: The Awakening

Max Carter stands in the kitchen, a sponge in his hand, scrubbing the greasy skillet until his knuckles ache. His fingers, raw and pruned, move in circles, wearing down the grime that clings to the pan like his pride clings to the last shred of his dignity. The sound of dishes clattering fills the room, a dull echo in the hollow space where his dreams used to be. His clothes hang off him, too loose, worn from years of use. The skin beneath them is pale, a reflection of the man he’s become—small, invisible, a shadow of the person he once was.

Behind him, the door swings open. Emma Carter, his wife, steps in, heels clicking against the tiled floor. She glances at him, barely acknowledging his presence before her attention shifts to the kitchen counter.

“Max, why haven’t you cleaned this up yet? I told you this morning, didn’t I?” Her voice is sharp, cutting through the room like a blade.

Max flinches but doesn’t look up. “I’m sorry, Emma. I’ll get to it right now.”

Emma doesn’t respond, her silence more suffocating than her words. She turns away, the scent of her expensive perfume lingering in the air, mixing with the smell of dish soap and sweat. The door swings shut behind her, leaving Max alone with the half-washed dishes.

He sighs, feeling the familiar weight on his chest. He’s used to it by now—this life, this routine. Four years of marriage have taught him to accept his place, to swallow his pride and do what he’s told. In this house, he’s not a husband but a servant, a man who exists to fulfill the demands of his wife and her family.

Richard and Fiona Hawthorn, Emma’s parents, never miss an opportunity to remind him of his worth—or rather, his lack of it. They see him as a failure, a leech feeding off their wealth, a man with no prospects and no backbone. To them, he’s nothing more than a persistent loser who somehow wormed his way into their daughter’s life.

Max knows what they think of him. He hears it in their words, sees it in their eyes every time they look at him. But he doesn’t argue. He doesn’t fight back. He simply nods, agrees, and does what he’s told. Because what else can he do? This is his life now.

He finishes the dishes, drying his hands on a threadbare towel. As he turns to leave the kitchen, his phone buzzes in his pocket. It’s an old model, scratched and cracked, a relic from a time when he could afford to buy new things. He pulls it out, glancing at the screen.

A text message. He frowns, squinting at the unfamiliar number. Who could be texting him? Nobody ever texts him, except for Emma when she’s giving him orders.

He unlocks the phone and opens the message.

Master Carter, your presence is requested by the Silver Crescent Clan.

Max stares at the screen, the words blurring in front of his eyes. ‘Master Carter?’ That can’t be right. There must be some mistake. He’s not a master of anything, least of all some mysterious clan. He’s just Max Carter, the nobody who lives in his in-laws’ house, the man who cleans up after everyone and doesn’t even get a thank you in return.

But the message is clear. The Silver Crescent Clan—a name he’s only heard whispered in hushed tones, a name associated with power, wealth, and influence—wants to see him.

His heart pounds in his chest, a mix of fear and curiosity swirling inside him. What could they possibly want with him? How did they even get his number?

He glances around the empty kitchen, half expecting someone to jump out and tell him it’s all a joke. But there’s no one there. Just the silence, the dishes, and the faint hum of the refrigerator.

He reads the message again, then checks the number. It’s real, or at least it seems real. And it’s addressed to him, specifically.

Max swallows hard, his mind racing. Should he ignore it? Should he show it to Emma? No, she’d only laugh or get angry, accusing him of wasting time on nonsense.

He pockets the phone, deciding to think about it later. There’s still work to do, chores to finish before anyone notices he’s slacking off.

But as he moves through the house, dusting the furniture and sweeping the floors, the message stays with him, a small flicker of something he hasn’t felt in a long time—hope, maybe, or the possibility of something more.

Later that evening, as he stands outside in the backyard, his breath misting in the cool night air, he pulls out his phone again. The message is still there, as strange and confusing as it was the first time he read it.

Master Carter, your presence is requested by the Silver Crescent Clan.

He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know what any of this means. But he can’t ignore the pull, the urge to find out more. This could be the break he’s been waiting for, the chance to change his life, to prove that he’s more than just the failure everyone thinks he is.

He glances back at the house, the lights glowing warmly through the windows. Inside, Emma is probably sitting with her parents, discussing something he’s not a part of, something important that he’ll never understand. They don’t need him. They don’t even want him.

But someone out there does. Someone who called him ‘Master.’

He makes up his mind. He’s going to find out what this is all about, even if it’s just a mistake, even if it leads nowhere. Because at this point, he has nothing left to lose.

With a deep breath, he taps out a reply.

‘Who are you? Why do you want to see me?’

He hesitates for a moment, then hits send. The message flies off into the night, disappearing into the void.

He waits, staring at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. Seconds tick by, stretching into minutes. Nothing. No reply.

Max sighs, lowering the phone. Maybe it was just a prank. Maybe he was foolish to think it could be anything else.

But just as he’s about to put the phone away, it buzzes in his hand. A new message.

‘You will understand everything soon. A car will be sent to pick you up tomorrow at noon. Be ready, Master Carter.’

Max’s breath catches in his throat. Tomorrow at noon? A car? This is getting stranger by the minute.

But he’s made his decision. He’s going to see this through, whatever it is. For once in his life, he’s going to take a chance, even if it scares him.

He slips the phone back into his pocket and heads inside, his mind racing with possibilities. Tomorrow could be the day everything changes—or the day he makes the biggest mistake of his life.

Either way, he’ll be ready.

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