I Became My Ex-Husband's Secretary's Sugar Mama

After I miscarried for the fifth time at thirty-five, my husband was tired of it, and so was I. We divorced without fighting or arguing. Before long, he found himself a student in her early twenties and couldn't wait to get her pregnant.

On the day I moved out of the mansion, only his secretary came to help. A young, handsome man in tight dress pants carried box after box back and forth. Thinking of the nine-figure settlement in my bag, I suddenly had a strange impulse.

"Secretary Ji, do you want to come with me?"

"I'll give you fifty thousand a month."

As soon as I said it, I regretted it a little. He'd studied so hard, not to get into this kind of thing. To my surprise, the next...