Too Late For Regret, My Cheating Ex

“On my tenth wedding anniversary, I prepared a perfect dinner and waited for my husband to come home. Instead, he walked in reeking of alcohol, threw a harsh divorce agreement on the table, and told me he was leaving me with nothing. He said our marriage was just for business, and now that his company was going public, he didn't need me anymore. The woman he truly loved and was cheating with was my own younger sister, Megan. When I rushed to my mother for help, she coldly sipped her tea and admitted she had known for months. She ordered me to turn a blind eye and beg for his forgiveness, because our family's company relied entirely on his investments. "Are you going to drag down your own family now?" She told me to accept being a wife in name only, or I wouldn't get a single penny from the family. Ten years of my youth were treated as a cheap transaction, and my own flesh and blood threw me away like a worthless pawn just to keep their funding. I finally realized that in this family, I had never been loved. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg. Instead, I tore up his cruel prenuptial agreement right in front of them. Using his upcoming IPO as leverage, I forced him to hand over two luxury properties and half a million dollars in cash. Then, I dusted off my hidden certifications and dialed the number for a top-tier headhunting firm.”