After Being Kicked Out by My Scumbag Husband, I Could No Longer Hide My Billionaire Identity

I caught my husband and his mistress playing poker red-handed.

“Dana, since you’ve found out, I won’t hide it anymore. Let’s get a divorce!” he said bluntly.

I laughed out loud, flashing a wide smile and walked away with a small compensation package.

After the divorce, I moved to a cozy little house in the suburbs and ended up spoiling eight younger brothers.

One day, my ex-husband suddenly showed up, driven by his mother, looking to reconcile with me.

“Look at you, Dana! Have you fallen so far that you’re living in such poverty without me?”