The Five-Dollar Receipt: Divorcing My Billionaire Husband

Summary

Carter Sterling noticed I hadn't submitted an "expense request" to the family group chat in a week.

He thought I’d finally dropped my petty, penny-pinching habits. Tossing a black Amex onto the dining table like a handout, he sneered:

"I paid off your dad's dialysis bills. Don't bother me with this poor-people nonsense anymore."

"I know your family is a bottomless pit, but you're Mrs. Sterling now. Try not to look so desperate."

But he didn't know that when I took the black card, I had already signed my body donation form and our divorce papers.