The Collision

The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback

Zhi Yao

For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties. But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom. Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot. Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years. "You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic." My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support. They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets. I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life. But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree. Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate. When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block.

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CALIFORNIA

"Hello Mum, I'm leaving!!" As I ran out of the house, I screamed, "I'm sure I'm in a lot of trouble right now!"

Since Madam Zola didn't like me, she won't be easy on me. She might even try to get me fired. As I got into the taxi, I let out a sigh.

I just really hope that this will end someday because school starts back up in a week and I still can't go. Arianna, how did you get your life in such a mess?

"Ma'am, we've arrived at your place."

Before I left the taxi, the driver said "thank you" and thanked me. I thanked him again, paid the bill, and sighed as I left.

You've always dealt with worse, so you shouldn't let your fear take over.

I sighed and walked into California's most famous restaurant. I thought to myself, "Damn, popular my foot, they don't even pay enough money," but why does my mind tell me that Madam Zola is not being honest about the payments?

After I finished clearing my throat, Viviana turned back to me. She is the only friend I have here.

"F**k, Arianna, you're late again. What do you want me to do with you right now?" What about Madam Zola, she sighed. "I asked, "She told me to call you when I got there. I hope you're not already in trouble." She said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." I put on a fake smile and went to Madame Zola's office.

I knocked

"Come inside," "As I took one last breath and moved towards the door, her voice was cold and harsh.

She suddenly yelled, "You're fired! I don't want to see you here again!" When I heard that, I dropped to my knees.

"Ma'am, I'm very sorry, and I promise this won't happen again. I begged and pleaded, "I had to do something before coming here, I'm so sorry, I don't want to see your ugly face here again, don't you get it?!?" She yelled, "Ma'am, please, my mother and I will starve to death if you fire me. I will do whatever you want, please," and she promised to do whatever the boss wanted. As I said, I started crying "Okay, this month there won't be any pay. Do you want it to be that way, or do you plan to leave?"

I choked out "I accept" through my tears "Get out!" As soon as she yelled, I jumped up and ran out of the room.

I was so upset that I had to go to the toilet to cry. Why did she? I've never been able to get by without that money, and now I'll have to work without getting paid.

After I was done crying, I quickly washed my face and left the house.

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"What exactly did she say?" Viviana asked me " I told her I was working for a month without pay, and she gasped and asked, "Is she crazy?" How could she treat you like that? What kind of person is she?" The woman cried out.

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