My husband brought his pregnant secretary home, demanded a divorce, and called me nothing more than his baby-making machine. He even tried to take the son I nearly died giving birth to.
I signed without shedding a tear and buried the woman who once loved him.
What he never knew was that the “poor orphan” he discarded was the sole heir to a billion-dollar empire.
He wanted to leave me with nothing. So I took back everything—and watched his company, his pride, and his entire life collapse.