Divorced, my husband let me go empty-handed, half a year later he had to transfer me 1 billion because of one call

then came the aff:air. Or rather, affairs. First, a junior staff member. Then, a 22-year-old intern. When I dealt with him, he was emotionless:

“You want out? Fine. Sign the papers. House is mine. Car’s mine. You think you can raise our son on your salary?”

I couldn’t breathe. I had spent my youth, career, and belief in this continue reading …