After enduring the humiliation for three years, I was willing to work as a delivery boy, but what I got in exchange was my wife's betrayal and the words "You are not good enough for me."
On the day of the divorce, she took the rich second generation on her arm and forced me to get clean and leave the house.
As soon as I signed my name, hundreds of Rolls-Royces blocked the road, and a team of the world's top lawyers bowed in public: "Master, the three-year test has passed, and your hundreds of billions of assets and global industries have been completely unblocked!" Looking at the pale faces of my ex-wife and her new love, I smiled: "I'm sorry, the company you just showed off is now mine."
