Hell Hath no fury like a billionaire's Ex

e's

stubborn to care. All I knew was that I had to get out of there, awa

d to mock the gloom eating away at my heart. With a worried expression on her face, Joan was already standin

le sobbing as I fell into her arms. "They... he... Sophie..." T

d, "Shh, it's okay." "You're s

knew, and for the marriage I believed I had. Joan supported me the e

embered it: snug, pleasant, and full of memories from happier times. Now, it felt like a safe haven, a

omfy sofa and poured me a drink. "Ex

iam and Sophie's affair, and the nasty things spoken. felt my che

resentment. "Liam has always been too slick for his own

this to me? Was I really such a bad wife that Liam turned to my sister?

this. Do you hear me? Not at all. Your. Fault. Liam and Sophie made their decision. They are the ones

d at me. "But maybe if I'd been more att

. It'll only drive you crazy. What's done is don

I don't know. Everything's such a mess. Liam controls the ma

or to our wedding. In the throes of young love, I assumed it was merely a forma

der this. Although powerful, the prenuptial agreement is not infallible. particula

yet." I

r joint investments and th

e ex husband's empire. Spreadsheets, legalese, and strategic thinking were all fami

ur planning discussion took place against the tranquil b

of thoughts. "Have you considered that Liam may

rce if he was brutal in business? Joan went on, "We have to be ready for anything." Chara

just dissolving a marriage; it was about hanging on and taking back

re. Did you say Liam owns the majority of the assets? It's about

d carefully on the border between lawful and illegal. But hadn't Liam gone beyond that

rt of me was ecstatic at the idea of going

your heart and energy into that marriage, into creating Liam's company. You deserve your f

I had lost. For too long, I'd been the supporting wife,

ng my shoulders. Let's do

minating photos of them, text messages and secure copies of all financia

place inside of me; the broken-hearted woman who had arrived at Joan's doorstep was