Scum Husband Became A Billionaire Genius

The Exhibit

The Miller family's much-anticipated art exhibition had finally arrived, transforming the Skyler Hotel into a beautiful showcase of creativity.

The walls of the hotel were decorated with various types of paintings, sculptures, and other artistic expressions from each family member.

The day has finally arrived, and most members of the millers family were excited and nervous.

The Skyler Hotel's expansive hall was filled with various artworks, setting the stage for the Miller family's exhibition.

Each member had carefully prepared their pieces, hoping to captivate the audience with their unique art.

The guests, some who were art enthusiasts and curious onlookers, began to trickle in, amazed by the diverse collection on display.

Emily's sister, Vanessa, and her husband, Robert, took their positions beside their artworks with an air of proudness. They spoke loudly, comparing their art with the rest of the family.

Vanessa dramatically pointed toward her painting, "Robert, darling, tell me this isn't the epitome of artistic genius. I mean, seriously, who can top this? people will talk about it for years"

Robert, equally boastful, replied, "Well, let's not forget that my artistic skills are unmatched. It's about time someone in this family recognizes true talent.

As the two continued their discussion, they attracted the attention of other guests who were amused by their art. A few chuckled, appreciating the conversation of the couple's exchange.

When it was finally Henry's turn to unveil his creations, the room hushed in anticipation. As the canvases were revealed, Vanessa and Robert exchanged puzzled glances, their pride momentarily shaken.

Vanessa squinted at the paintings, whispering to Robert, "What on earth is this? Abstract minimalism gone wrong?"

Robert, trying to be diplomatic, muttered, "Perhaps Henry is bad at painting. My goodness, look at what he drew? Does he think he's drawing an image for a small child? Let's see if anyone will appreciate his art. I bet no one will buy it."

However, the room remained eerily quiet, broken only by a few stifled laughs from Robert.

Vanessa couldn't resist the opportunity to let her disappointment be known, "Well, Emily, dear, I thought your husband had some talent. I guess I was wrong. How did you end up with someone who can't even create something decent?"

Henry, unfazed by the criticism, raised an eyebrow and grinned, "Well, you see, I'm taking the avant-garde approach. It's like modern art – it challenges your perception."

Vanessa scoffed, "Modern art? More like a failed attempt at doodling."

Henry, with a mock solemn expression, replied, "Ah, but you see, that's the beauty of it. It's open to interpretation. Some might see doodles; others might see the intricate dance of chaos and order."

Robert couldn't help but chuckle at Henry's response, "Well played, my friend. I guess we're witnessing the birth of a new mad man who thinks others will see his stupid art in another way. Just give up,. you're a loser at drawing."

As the guests walked through the exhibition, the family drama on which art was the best became more intense.

Emily, sensing the brewing storm, tried to ease the tension, "Art is subjective, guys. Let's appreciate the diversity of expression here."

But as Emily's mother joined the conversation, she took the opportunity to down play Henry's art.

"Disgraceful! This is not art; it's an insult to our family. You should have married someone with more class and talent, Emily."

Henry, not one to back down, quipped, "Well, I did bring some class – just the unconventional kind."

The room erupted in a mix of awkward laughter and disapproving murmurs.

Vanessa seized the opportunity to deliver a final blow, "Honestly, Emily, you settled for mediocrity. Why don't you find someone more accomplished? You deserve better."

Emily, feeling the weight of the judgment, decided to inject some humor, "Well, I did try to marry a Renaissance artist, but they were all taken."

The comment sparked a few laughs, momentarily diffusing the tension. However, Vanessa, ever persistent, shot back, "You could have at least tried for someone with a sense of color coordination."

Henry, quick on his feet, gestured to his paintings, "Ah, but you see, black and white are classic. The absence of color is a statement in itself."

Vanessa rolled her eyes, "A statement of what? Boredom?"

As Emily tried to steer the conversation away from the art debate, Vanessa's husband Robert, ever the showman, interjected, "Well, if Henry can't create high art, at least he's unintentionally providing comic relief."

Henry, determined to salvage the situation, gestured toward his paintings, "You know, art is a bit like life – messy, unpredictable, and often misunderstood. But that's what makes it beautiful."

Vanessa, dismissing his statement, remarked, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I'm struggling to find any beauty in these."

Robert quickly added, "Perhaps his art belongs in the dustbin. Because both him and his art are trash."

Amidst the snide comments and eye rolls, a curious onlooker approached one of Henry's paintings and studied it intently.

Surprisingly, he broke into a smile, "You know, there's something intriguing about this. It's like a visual puzzle waiting to be deciphered."

Henry, appreciating the unexpected support, replied, "Exactly! Art is about evoking emotions and sparking thoughts. It doesn't always have to fit within conventional molds."

Vanessa, unwilling to concede, remarked with a raised eyebrow, "Well, I suppose everyone is entitled to their opinion, no matter how peculiar."

The quirky turn of events attracted more attention from the other guests, who now found themselves torn between the traditional beauty of Vanessa and Robert's art and the mysterious aura of Henry's pieces.

"I can't believe I'm related to someone who brings such mediocre creations to an art exhibition. It's embarrassing!"

"Vanessa, my love, let's not waste any more time on this sideshow. Our art deserves a more sophisticated audience. Not with all this low standard," Robert chimed in.

Mrs. Miller, Emily's biological mother, turned to Emily with a disapproving look, "Emily, dear, you should have married someone more accomplished. Your husband is an embarrassment to this family."