After divorce I am a billionaire

"Are you sure you want to proceed with the divorce?" the lawyer asked me once more for confirmation.

"I have to remind you that even though your marriage took place before the latest legal reforms, the division of assets would still likely put you at a disadvantage if you proceed with the divorce."

The lawyer went over a detailed breakdown of our shared assets and liabilities.

I was well aware of this.

My husband, Gary Lopez, was now a senior executive earning no less than half a million dollars a year.

As for me, I'd been a stay-at-home wife for over ten years. If I went through with the divorce, I could walk away with nothing.

Perhaps because of that, Gary had grown more dismissive of me, even belittling me in front of others as if I was not good enough to be seen with him.

A fellow parent from our neighborhood called me out of the blue this morning, asking why I hadn't shown up for my son's parent-teacher conference. Thinking I had simply forgotten, I rushed to the school, only to realize that my son hadn't wanted me to come in the first place.

To my dismay, his homeroom teacher turned out to be Gary's first love— Zoey Chapman.

The moment he saw me, his smile disappeared.

"What are you doing here?" he snapped, pushing me toward the door.

"I... I came for the parent-teacher conference," I mumbled.

My son frowned, "Dad will be here. You should go back."

I tried to explain, feeling helpless, "I was always the one who came to these meetings... Your dad was always busy with work..."

He interrupted impatiently, "That was then. Now Dad's a big shot. He doesn't need to worry about what people think— even if he skips work. Just leave, okay?"

I stumbled back, and my son went on complaining, "It's humiliating having people see you like this— like some washed-up old housewife."