After the Divorce, My Brother Is the CEO

To squeeze an extra share of the property buyout money, Murray Hughes and I got a sham divorce.

The night the funds hit the account, I cooked a whole table of dishes he and our son loved.

I wanted to talk to Murray about remarrying, and while I was at it, tell him I'd finally found my brother who'd been separated from me years ago.

He and our son came home late. I picked up the cold plates to reheat them, but he stopped me：“Don't bother. We already ate.”

Our son curled his lip in disgust：“I'm so sick of this stuff. My new mom's pasta is way better.”