After My Ex Betrayed Me, I Chose the Man Who Waited

I bought a dress for six hundred bucks using my husband's shared payment account. Half an hour later, police officers showed up at my door, saying I was suspected of credit card fraud.

I didn't panic. I called my husband first.

He hung up. Texted back：“In a meeting.”

The officers were about to take me in when his secretary called, voice dripping with superiority：“Ms. Henson, CEO Whitney asked me to file the report. He says all you do is spend his money and bleed him dry. He's put up with it long enough.”

I laughed.