Divorce Me? The Despised Wife Is The Apex Boss

For three years, I played the meek, penniless housewife to fulfill my family's strict succession trial, swallowing every ounce of disgust from my husband Fleming and the Joyce family.

But my patience evaporated the day I pushed open Fleming's office door and caught him half-undressed on his desk, pinned beneath Bart, the male investor he had been praising all week.

Instead of panicking, they mocked my cheap clothes and called me a bottom-feeding parasite. When I demanded a divorce and packed my bags, Fleming and his grandmother flipped the script.