Chapter 1

The day the doctor diagnosed me with premature ovarian failure, a whole table of food.

I waited until midnight before my husband Ethan finally sent me a FaceTime call.

He was wearing matching pajamas, sitting in another woman's living room.

Beside him was Yvonne, the struggling student he sponsored. Her nightgown was fresh and revealing.

"Yvonne's afraid of the dark. I'm staying with her tonight. You eat by yourself."

Five years of secret marriage. I bore him a son and suffered countless ailments.

Yet he used gratitude as an excuse to rent Yvonne a luxury penthouse and play full-time caretaker.

I'd suggested going public with our marriage multiple times.

He always emphasized that Yvonne was emotionally fragile and couldn't handle any stimulation, constantly accommodating her feelings.

As his legal wife, I'd become an invisible business partner instead.

On the video screen, Yvonne pulled a diamond ring from Ethan's coat pocket.

This was the wedding ring I'd waited three years for.

Ethan only hesitated for a second before nodding with a smile. "If you like it, wear it as a toy."

I glanced at the diagnosis in the trash can and calmly ended the call.

Then I photographed the divorce agreement I'd drafted along with my son's name change application and posted it on Ins:

"Widowed, single mother, three listed companies under my name. Now seeking handsome husband. Interested parties, DM me."