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On New Year's Eve, a hotel booking for a love hotel got sent to my phone by mistake. My husband, Roger Watson didn't bother explaining. He just followed up with more texts. He wrote: [I'm not coming home tonight. I'm gonna have a great time with Lainey. I only married you five years ago because I needed a live-in maid, and you sure seemed happy to play the part. [I'm landing a big contract with the Ames family next year. I'll be worth millions then. When we divorce, you're not getting a penny.] I let out a cold laugh and replied: [Wow. Never seen that much money before? Millions? Do you think I'm a beggar?] He had no idea that I was the Ames family's only daughter and the heir to 98% of the shares of a multibillion empire. He didn't know that if I hadn't secretly bailed out the Watson family back then, he would've been drowning in debt, dragging his mother around the streets begging for food. Since he and Lainey were so in love, I figured I'd be generous and let them spend the rest of their lives as a broke, miserable couple.