She defeats her ex-husband and rises to become a billionaire

The moment I pushed open the door, that nauseating sound drilled into my ears. How ironic. I had just bought a whole bunch of ingredients from the high-end supermarket and was planning to make this jerk his favorite steak. The shopping bags slipped from my hands, and the carefully selected ingredients rolled everywhere on the imported floor tiles. A pair of men's leather shoes and red-bottom high heels were lying haphazardly in the living room. Oh, even the shoes are so tacky. It seems his taste has really gone downhill. I coldly sized up this familiar space. After three years of marriage, I should have seen James' true colors long ago. It's not the first time I've heard that he's been flirting around outside. But seeing it with my own eyes?This really refreshed my perspective. I took out my phone and turned on the video recording function. Since he likes to play so much, let's play to our heart's content. I'm not the silly Emma I was three years ago. Not long after, a heavily made-up woman sashayed out, wiggling her hips. When she saw me, she showed a contemptuous smile: "Oh, so sorry, you came back at a bad time." "On the contrary," I held up my phone and waved the screen. "The timing couldn't be more perfect. Oh, by the way, do you want me to forward the video to your husband?" The smug look on her face instantly froze. James walked out of the bedroom wearing a half-unbuttoned shirt. When he saw my phone, his self-proclaimed perfect face distorted: "Delete the video." "Why should I delete it?" I said with a light laugh, "This is perfect evidence for the divorce lawsuit. By the way, your performance was really fast. I didn't even have time to record more." "Are you threatening me?" "No, honey," I gracefully put my phone back in my bag, "I'm just planning for my future. Speaking of which, I just made an appointment for dinner with the best divorce lawyer in the city. Guess what? He said there's an interesting loophole in our prenuptial agreement..." Looking at James' livid face, I kicked away the ingredients on the ground in a good mood. For three years, I've been pretending to be stupid, thinking that patience would bring me true love. Looking at the video I just recorded on my phone, I suddenly laughed. How ironic. I was even considering whether to delete it. This isn't my usual style! "James," I looked straight into his eyes, "I want a divorce." He was stunned, and then showed that contemptuous expression I was all too familiar with. He must be thinking, what trick is this silly woman playing now. No wonder he thinks so. After all, I was the infatuated woman who deliberately lived across from him just to run into him. For him, even on the night when he was drunk after a breakup and mistook me for his ex-girlfriend, I still chose to remain silent. I looked at his handsome face and suddenly found it funny. This face that used to haunt my dreams now seems just so-so. "I'm serious," I picked up my bag, "I'll contact the lawyer and prepare the divorce documents." He sneered: "Playing hard to get? Do you think I'll believe it?" I shook my head and looked at this man who used to be perfect in my heart. He thought I was threaten him, thinking I was playing some hard-to-get game. Looking at James' expression again, I suddenly understood what he was thinking. This narcissist thought I was... Looking at James' expression again, I suddenly understood what he was thinking. This narcissist thought I was coveting his property! It's really ridiculous. After three years of marriage, the black card he gave me is still lying at the bottom of my wallet, as brand new as a piece of waste paper. My career is booming, and I've never needed to rely on anyone. I just used to stupidly think that I could win true love with sincerity. "Don't worry, I won't take a single cent of your money." I took out that black card from my wallet. "But this card did come in handy - I just used it to prop up my phone at a perfect angle when recording the video." James' expression turned even uglier. He threw the divorce agreement on the coffee table and said, "Sign it." I arched my eyebrows and cast a glance at the content of the agreement, a sneer curling up at the corner of my mouth. Come on, an agreement full of loopholes like this. Do they underestimate my professional qualities? I'm a senior partner in a financial law firm. However, since he's so eager to get rid of me, I'll just grant his wish. I scribbled my signature and said, "I hope you pick someone who won't record videos next time." When I dragged my suitcase out of the villa, the chilly spring drizzle hit my face. I wrapped my windbreaker tighter and looked at this house where I had lived for three years. I used to think this was paradise, but now I realize it's just a delicate cage. The taxi driver asked me where I was going. I was stunned for a moment. Over the years, in order to accommodate James, I had indeed drifted away from many friends. When I flipped through my contact list, I found that the only recent contact left was my mom's number. I was hesitating whether to find a motel for the night when I saw a blond boy running out of our garden. That was a garden personally built by my dad, filled with my mom's favorite roses. "Hey, what are you doing here?" The boy looked at me warily. "This is our family's private property." "This is my home! Get out of here, or we can shoot you!" the boy shouted.