After My Divorce, My Best Friend Helped Me Become a Legend

My in-laws treated me cruelly because I couldn't have children, and my husband always had just one thing to say: “Mom has it hard, too.” It wasn't until my best friend splashed red wine in my face that she said, “Wake up! You graduated from a top university just to be a womb for a man like him?” On the day I divorced him, I tore up the test results in front of my ex-husband. He was the one with the problem. On my first day back at work, the department manager sneered, “What potential could a divorced woman possibly have?” Three months later, I slapped evidence of his embezzlement down on the CEO's desk. At the celebration banquet, my former mother-in-law barged in, crying, “My son knows he was wrong. You should come home!” My best friend smiled and played a recording. The entire room heard my ex-husband's family plotting to transfer their assets and hide them. “Ma'am,” I said, swirling my champagne, “your son is infertile, and his affair child is old enough to start kindergarten, isn't he?”