Divorcing My Cheating Mate To Become The Lycan Queen

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On our third wedding anniversary, my billionaire husband texted me that he was stuck in a meeting. But a minute later, I saw his mistress's new Instagram post. She was sitting in his executive chair, wearing my dead mother's sapphire necklace—the only heirloom I had left, which my husband claimed he had sent out for a surprise cleaning. I didn't shed a tear. Instead, I went to West Point alone to collect my heroic parents' ashes. But when I brought their flag-draped urn back to our penthouse, my mother-in-law called it "bad juju" and physically attacked me to throw their remains in the trash. When I used my military training to defend myself, my husband didn't care that his mother had just tried to desecrate my parents' memory. He just looked at me with pure fury and yelled. "Are you out of your mind? Apologize to my mother right now!" Later, he even suggested we have a baby to make his mother happy, only to put me on hold a second later to comfort his crying mistress. For three years, I had endured his family's insults and his constant neglect, hiding my true self just to be the perfect, accommodating wife. I had given up my military career and my pride, thinking my patience would eventually earn his love. How could I have been so blind, letting them treat my family's glorious legacy like garbage for a man who never respected me? So, when his mother threw a hundred-million-dollar check at me to sign a divorce NDA and disappear, I didn't beg or cry. I calmly signed my name, pocketed the massive severance pay, and walked away to reclaim my brilliant life.