The next day, I got up three whole hours early and hired the stylist for an A-list celebrity to do my hair and makeup. The end result was flawless.
Every last hair on my head was perfectly styled.
If today was going to be someone else's day of humiliation, I needed to look drop-dead gorgeous. The more I glowed, the more pathetic they'd look next to me.
When I arrived at the venue, my ex-husband was posing for photos in front of the signature board.
Pop-pop-pop!
Flashbulbs exploded nonstop, bouncing off his shiny, greasy face, making him look exactly like a basted, overstuffed pig demon straight out of a folk tale.
When I first met him, my startup had just started taking off. I was young and naive, drawn to people I thought were powerful, so I fell for him.
Timmy had inherited his da
