My Ex-Husband Doesn't Know I'm an Heiress

On our third wedding anniversary, Ethan handed me a divorce agreement, his eyes slightly red as he gripped my hand.

"Samantha, I got an invitation to a top New York socialite's banquet. She promised me the vice president position."

His voice was gentle yet cruel.

"You'll spend your whole life stuck in this run-down gallery, and our children would just be ordinary people. For our next generation's social advancement, I have to choose someone better. You're so kind---you can understand that, right?"

I looked at his guilt-ridden, affectionate expression and signed without hesitation.