Divorce Coupon: Trade My Billions for Betrayal
My Black Friday live stream has pulled in over 500 million dollars.
But on payday, my wife, Amber Shepherd, transfers every cent of my commission to her personal trainer, Darwin Whitley. Then, she tosses a voucher for an adult toy store at my feet.
"There's your bonus. Throw in a little of your own cash, and it should cover a blow-up doll."
Darwin slides an arm around Amber's waist and says provocatively, "That brand makes great condoms. Amber and I tried them out last night. You should check out their other stuff."
I lose it and shout, "Amber Shepherd! My mom is in end-stage liver failure! That money was supposed to pay for her transplant! What the hell am I going to do with a voucher?"
Amber just snuggles closer to Darwin and sneers at me. "A transplant? What are the odds of success? Why throw good money down the drain? Anyway, I've already cashed out the commission. Take the voucher and go play with yourself."
Suddenly, a strange calm washes over me. She thinks she just won everything.
She has no idea I still hold the exclusive contracts for every single supplier.
I open the supplier backend management portal and blast a message to every group chat. "All partnerships are terminated effectively immediately. Contract termination fees will be billed to the signing parties."