Divorced and Billionaire

I'm Elena. Ten years I built his company with him. The day we went public, I walked in on himwith his pregnant secretary. He forced a divorce that night—cashed out my shares, gave me the house, the money. Hethought I was crying over him. He didn't know I was crying because the fraud evidence washitting the regulators the next morning.

I took the money. I signed. I walked away. Let him and his empire burn together. This time, I'm not betting on anyone. Because I'm holding all the cards.