The Millionaire Came Home Early and Found His Wife Living in the Servants’ Room—Then He Discovered What She Was Waiting For

Outside the bank, Mariana sat on a bench overlooking the parking lot.

She kept turning her new card over in her fingers.

“It’s strange,” she said.

“This is a piece of plastic.

I should not feel emotional about it.”

“You’re not emotional about plastic.”

She laughed softly.

“No.