簽了離婚協議吧,CEO先生

I caught my husband with my sister—in my own bed. The divorce papers sat on the nightstand. He didn’t even look at me. Three years of marriage, I was just his "good enough" decor. Little did he know—I’m the silent majority shareholder keeping his empire alive. I signed the papers, pulled every investment. His empire crumbled in hours. That night, I walked into the restaurant with his biggest rival. He once called me "good enough." Now he’s on his knees, begging. But I’m done being the backup plan.