The Genius Heiress Divorces Her Billionaire

On our third wedding anniversary, my husband skipped our celebration to comfort his fragile adopted sister.

When I went to look for him in the middle of the night, I saw them intimately kissing in bed.

"She is a spoiled heiress who cannot live without me. Let her wait."

He scoffed to his sister, calling me a pathetic, clingy dog waiting for a scrap of attention.

For three years, I gave up my career as a top surgeon and managed his estate like a compliant housewife.

I swallowed my pride because my dying father desperately needed an experimental drug controlled by my husband's company.