Sign the Divorce Papers, Mr. CEO

"I caught my husband with my sister—in my own bed. The divorce papers sat on the nightstand. He didn’t even look at me. Three years of marriage, I was just his ""good enough"" decor. Little did he know—I’m the silent majority shareholder keeping his empire alive. I signed the papers, pulled every investment. His empire crumbled in hours. That night, I walked into the restaurant with his biggest rival. He once called me ""good enough."" Now he’s on his knees, begging. But I’m done being the backup plan."