Summary
My husband’s first love was pregnant with his baby. The day my grandma passed away, he was also with her.
Three years of marriage, I was not only his wife but his secretary.
However, he treated me like a stranger.
“There’s no love between us, Veronica. Never was. You’re only my wife because of a mistake,” he casually responded.
Fine, if that was so, I would dump him. I took out my phone and made a call.
“Dad, I got divorced. Cut the capital flow to Cater’s Group in three days.”
It was time to restore my real identity.
“OK. I’ll go pick you up.” My dad said.