Betrayed by My Billionaire Husband, I Sent Him to Prison

My husband went bankrupt, so to buy him a decent anniversary gift,

I'd been working behind his back as a hotel reviewer.

Then the suite next door opened and out came my husband and his mistress, clothes half undone.

I lowered my head. Neither of them recognized me behind my mask.

“Babe, why are you leaving so fast? I haven't even had my fill yet.”

“The hag at home is dumb enough to work three jobs a day for me, fainting so many times I've lost count. Of course she's going to keep tabs on me.”

He handed over a diamond-studded black card. The girl took it and laughed：