The Billionaire's Ex-Wife is who?

Brenda!!! Get you ass down here and cook breakfast!” a voice drifted into the ears of a woman reminiscing about her life. ‘It’s been 5 years since I married Dean Anderton. 5 long years and nothing to show for it. He won’t even look at me.’ Brenda was brushing her hair when her bedroom door opened. “You b***h!!!! Where is breakfast!!!” yelled Beth. Shaken from her thoughts Brenda quickly stood up and headed to the kitchen. She made a simple breakfast of pancakes, eggs and bacon, set out some orange juice and stood to the side while the family came in to eat. First was Beth Brenda’s mother-in-law and then Dean himself. Dean usually stayed in his office building or in the study at home. He rarely visits the family home. The home Brenda was forced to live in. Brenda hated her home, her life. She stared at Dean, trying to read him, to see if she could speak with him. “We need to talk. Meet me in the study.” Was the only thing he said to her as he finished his breakfast. Her heart thumped in her chest as she wondered what he could need to speak with her about. She followed behind him with a heart full of hope. “Yes Dean” she asked timidly. She could see the disgust on his face having to look at her. The hope died away, her head hung low, defeated. Looking to the side in a mirror, she could see the pitiful woman she had become. Her once shiny light brown hair was dull and plain. Her clothes are modest at best. The colors did not suit her silky brown complexion. Dark brown pants, milk white top, all baggy and hiding her figure. She steeled herself for the coming conversation. “We have been married for 5 years.” He started with a frown “I want a divorce.” Simply put, no room for arguments. “I have the papers here. Just sign them and leave.” He threw the papers across the desk then turned his chair away from her. “Are you sure, Dean? I mean, I love you.” Brenda started with a tremor in her voice. “Look, Ashley is back from abroad, and she is ready for me to take her away. You were a mere placeholder for her. She is the real Mrs. Anderton. Just sign the papers, Brenda. You know I don’t love you. It's no use to continue this farce any longer.” He said, not looking at her. He thought he heard her crying; he smiled, thinking about his future without her. Brenda, with tears down her face, took the papers and signed them. She didn’t read them at all, she just signed them.