I Quit Being Mrs. Perfect

Synopsis

The second that photo of my husband, Edward Shaw, wrapped around that actress on the street went viral, my notifications blew up. The internet trolls were having a field day. [Gotta hand it to her. Marrying rich really means putting up with anything. Give it an hour, she'll post some weak denial.] [A gold-digger who hit the jackpot? Yeah, right, she's never leaving that money.] Everyone expected me to keep playing the role of the tolerant, understanding wife, just as I always had. But not this time. This time, I just posted two simple lines. [Edward and I are divorced. We've gone our separate ways. Wishing us both peace and new beginnings.]