The Heiress He Underestimated

On the night I decided to divorce, my protégé — a scholarship recipient I'd supported for eight years — was stealing the show at a charity gala, wearing a limited-edition necklace my husband had bought.

She sweetly posted on Ins:

"He said he has an instinctive attraction to me. Is this what it feels like to be truly adored?"

I tapped the 'like' button, then casually tossed the divorce papers onto his face.

Ethan sneered, "Eleanor, you're just using that old debt of gratitude to manipulate me. Without me, you won't last a day in this social circle."