From Fake Ruin to Real Ruin
Language: en
The company was facing bankruptcy, and my husband asked for a divorce, wanting to shoulder all the debts alone. I didn't agree. I worked eight jobs a day like a beast of burden, working from dawn to dusk to help him get through the crisis. When I finally scraped together enough money and went to the company to find my husband, I accidentally witnessed him flirting with his young secretary. "When is that old hag going to stop clinging to you?" "What can I do? I sent thugs to threaten her, to intimidate her, but she still won't leave." Turns out my husband never went bankrupt at…