I Divorced the CEO Who Was Destined to Leave Me

On our wedding night, Kenneth Farley put a lock on his briefs.

A combination lock. Titanium. Waterproof, fireproof, and apparently girlfriend-proof.

Just as I was about to smash a bottle and take what was mine by force, lines of text began drifting past my eyes.

【Dying. He'd rather use a lock than touch the ex-wife. Confirmed: Mr. Farley's a germaphobe.】

【Later he meets the female lead and the cold older man catches fire for love. The office hookups never stop.】

【But honestly I feel so bad for the ex-wife. Six years of secret pining, and she gets swept out the door before he so much as…