The Genius Heiress Divorces Her Billionaire

“On our third wedding anniversary, my husband skipped our celebration to comfort his fragile adopted sister. When I went to look for him in the middle of the night, I saw them intimately kissing in bed. "She is a spoiled heiress who cannot live without me. Let her wait." He scoffed to his sister, calling me a pathetic, clingy dog waiting for a scrap of attention. For three years, I gave up my career as a top surgeon and managed his estate like a compliant housewife. I swallowed my pride because my dying father desperately needed an experimental drug controlled by my husband's company. But when my father accidentally overheard how my husband humiliated me, the guilt gave him a severe heart attack. Waking up in the ICU, my father grabbed my hand and ordered me to divorce him. When I finally handed my husband the divorce papers on the street, he flew into a violent rage. "If you file these, I will cut off your father's medicine and leave you with nothing!" He threatened me, thinking I would drop to my knees and beg for his mercy. He didn't know that my personal trust fund was the only thing keeping his entire over-leveraged company from going bankrupt. I smiled calmly and executed the secret clause to instantly withdraw my two hundred million dollars. This time, I chose to burn his family's empire to the ground.”