When My Ex Found Out My Secret

If I could be the wife of Wallace Collins, an overbearing boss, for three years, I could get 100 thousand houses in the downtown area.

To prevent Wallace from divorcing me, I polished shoes for his mistress.

I even changed diapers and found a kindergarten for his illegitimate child. Those were common tasks for me.

It was the coldest time of the year. I was still outside just because his mistress wanted to eat the cake that was sold in the shop 18 miles away.

My phone rang, it was Wallace, my husband.