After Divorce, I Became the Billionaire’s Son’s Stepmom

Today, my husband brought his mistress home and forced me to sign the divorce papers.

Then he threw me out.

He made me take off every piece of jewelry I had.

Because I had been a housewife and “hadn’t earned any money,” they refused to let me take even a single suitcase.

My bank cards were frozen.

All I had on me was the 23 dollars left over from grocery shopping.

Twenty-three dollars was not enough to find a place to stay in Manhattan.

Not wanting to sleep on the street, I stubbornly kept scrolling through job apps.

But every job required work experience.