The Slap That Satisfies His Ex-Wife's Billionaire Revenge

By the second year of our marriage, long-sleeved, high-collared pajamas had become my only outfit at home.

Because the moment I so much as changed into a camisole, my husband's adopted sister always managed to appear right in front of me.

"Wow, Lillian, so bold! Walking around the house in something that revealing—are you trying to make my brother a laughingstock?"

And my husband didn't just stay silent. He looked at me with undisguised disgust.

Once, I slipped in the bathroom and bruised my knee.