Divorcing the Ruthless CEO

The whip slashed across my flesh, the burning pain spreading through my entire body. Blood stained the carpet, but it was nothing compared to the agony in my shattered heart. "I saw it with my own eyes. You still want to make excuses?" Ethan, my husband of three years, looked down at me with pure disgust. Because his precious first love, Emily, faked a fall down the stairs, he didn't hesitate to torture me. For three years, I swallowed my pride, cared for him, and endured his family's mockery, hoping to melt his frozen heart. But to him, I was just a calculating woman who schemed her way into his bed. Watching him gently wipe her tears while treating me like trash, my naive hopes finally died. "Let's get divorced," I said, tossing the signed papers at him. He sneered, thinking I was just playing hard to get. He thought I would always be his obedient, pathetic trophy wife. But he was wrong. This time, I’m walking away to build my own empire. And when he finally realizes the truth, I won't be there to pick up the pieces.