Please Divorce Me, Mrs. Howard

In the banquet hall, Scarlett wore a wrinkled old coat, watching her husband holding another woman while her son pretended not to know her. She shed no tears and made no scene; she simply went home, signed the divorce papers, and walked away with absolutely nothing—not even keeping her child. The whole city mocked her for being a fool. Her husband’s mistress had stepped up to become the project director, and her ex-husband was happily enjoying having his cake and eating it too. But they had forgotten one thing: she was once the youngest Computer Science Master's graduate from Cambridge.