Chapter 1

My startup had finally taken off. I rushed home with gingerbread cookies and gifts to celebrate, only to find my wife, Mila, packing up everything we owned.

The moment she saw the gingerbread in my hands, she snatched it and threw it straight into the trash.

"I get sick just looking at your stupid cookies! I want a divorce!"

She had no idea that the very cookies she just threw away were the hot-selling product that had made me a millionaire.

When she finally found out the truth, she actually had the nerve to demand:

"You became successful after you divorced me? By what right?"

I smiled and replied, "Yeah. I made my fortune with the very gingerbread you despised."

Regrets? Too late.

After working non-stop for weeks, I finally closed deals with several major distributors today.

But when I arrived at my front door, holding the signed contracts and a diamond necklace I bought for Mila, I found the house completely ransacked.

The living room was a mess, and two strangers were carrying my TV out the door.

My first instinct was that we were being robbed, until I saw Mila standing there, directing them.

Thinking I had been too busy lately with my new gingerbread recipes and investor meetings, I asked, "Mila, what's going on? Are we moving?"

Mila finally noticed me. Her eyes instantly filled with disgust and anger.

"Yes, we are. But only I am moving. Because I’m divorcing you!"

Since I started my business, we had been fighting constantly.

She always nagged that I had no future spending all day baking cookies, and complained about the business loans I took out.

Mila continued sneering:

"I’m taking all the valuable appliances. At least I get some assets out of this marriage."

"If I wait until your business completely crashes, I won't get a dime. I might even end up drowning in your debts."

The truth was, the business loans were solely under my name and had nothing to do with her. Plus, I had been giving her my monthly salary to maintain her high standard of living.

My startup was never as pathetic as she claimed, even if I wasn't rolling in cash yet.

And now, on the exact day I struck gold, she wanted a divorce.

Since the final contracts were just signed and the massive wire transfers hadn't cleared yet, this money would legally be my post-divorce personal property.

She wouldn't get a single penny.