Divorced And Secretly A Billionaire

Summary

In four years of marriage, my husband went from a two-thousand-dollar-a-month desk jockey to a multi-billionaire topping the Forbes list.

Me? I was still a low-level clerk scraping together thirty-five hundred a month, every cent of which barely put a dent in the mortgage of our rundown starter condo.

So I pulled the plug. I demanded a divorce, asked for a clean fifty-million-dollar exit settlement, and prepared to vanish into the sunset.

When he signed the papers, his eyes were bloodshot. The pupils flickered for a fraction of a second, shifting into a sharp, inhuman slit before returning…