The Tenth Fake Divorce Became Our Last
Language: en
My husband’s cute little secretary was crying and threatening to jump off the roof again. All because I spent fifteen dollars on groceries without asking for her approval first. She claimed I didn’t respect her position. That very night, she handed in her resignation. To comfort her, my husband didn't hesitate to throw me out of the house. He handed me a divorce agreement, demanding I leave with absolutely nothing. "Don't worry, Hazel. It's just a temporary divorce. You've worked so hard for this family all these years, and you even gave me a son. Once Chloe calms down, we’ll get…