His Mistresses? My Personal ATMs！
Language: en
In my last life, I was the perfect trophy wife. I swallowed every insult, endured his affairs, and even nursed his "true love" through her pregnancy. The day he finally clawed his way to the top, he served me divorce papers. The shock stopped my heart. I woke up in the year he was still living in a basement, staring at my pathetic ex-husband. I pulled my hand back from the stove, where his comfort food was simmering, and tossed him a five-year blueprint for the empire he had not yet built. "Want out of this dump? Sign this. You work for me now." He stared, eyes lit with the raw hunger…