The “Useless” Housewife is a Secret Billionaire

"I'm tired of providing for a useless housewife," my arrogant CEO husband sneered, demanding a divorce so he could be with his mistress. Even our six-year-old son hated me, claiming the mistress was better. They treated me like a pathetic maid, blind to the fact that his entire company, his luxury lifestyle, and his parents' bills were secretly funded by my family's Trust. I didn't cry or throw a tantrum. Instead, I quietly canceled all forty-two of his credit lines, packed my bags, and watched his proud empire crumble to dust in less than a month. You want to live without me? Let's see how you survive bankruptcy.