The New CEO: Ex-Husband, Please Take Good Care of Me

Three years into our marriage, I'd become a worn-out housewife, only to hear my husband say, “What can you do besides cook?”

On our third wedding anniversary, I got two text messages.

One was from my husband: “Working late. Don't wait up.”

The other was a photo from a strange woman: my husband cutting her steak for her.

I'd spent three years giving everything to him, and it had all gone to waste. I signed the divorce papers right in front of him.

He sneered. “Su Wanqing, you won't survive without me!”

A week later, a new CEO arrived at the company.

In the dead silence of the room, I walked up in my heels to my ex-husband, his face deathly pale.

“Manager Li,” I said with a smile, tapping his desk. “From today on, your fate is in my hands.”

And this was nothing more than the first step in my return to the throne.