The Price of a Gilded Cage
Language: en
Julian Thorne noticed I hadn't submitted an expense request in three days. Assuming I had finally learned how to be a proper trophy wife, he sent me a text like he was bestowing a favor: "I've reinstated your foster mother's treatment. Behave yourself from now on, and stop lying just to get more money." "I know it's hard for people from your background, but my money isn't that easy to swindle." Little did he know, when I received that text, I had already finished drafting the divorce papers. The only thing I was taking with me was the white T-shirt and jeans I wore when I first walked…