The Mystery Box Wife，Dead Silence

My billionaire husband had a bizarre obsession with mystery boxes.

Whenever he gave out gifts, he always prepared two boxes and made me pick one first.

Yet every single time, I ended up with the short end of the stick.

On my birthday, I drew a chore coupon: deep cleaning the entire mansion myself.

On Valentine’s Day, I got a cheap plastic rose that looked like it came from a dollar store clearance bin.

Even on our wedding anniversary, my box contained an eviction notice disguised as a penalty—ordering me to pack up and spend a month in a run-down studio apartment to "reflect on my…