Summary
After twelve years of marriage, my millionaire husband fell in love with the new receptionist at his company.
She is nearly forty, not as pretty as I am, nor does she have a better figure, yet in just half a year, she provided my husband with immense spiritual value.
Leo said to me wearily:
“If we divorce, you can have the house and the car. Sophia, can you let me go?”
I calmly replied, “Alright.”
Then I bought a calendar and drew a circle on it.
Divorce countdown, 30 days.