Divorced with Octuplets
The day I discovered I was carrying octuplets, I worried myself sick over how I would make ends meet. Then, my husband, the Lord Regent, had his divorce decree delivered to my door.
"10,000 gold pieces in exchange for your departure from the capital."
I stared at it for a moment, then broke into the widest grin of my life.
"Well, this certainly solves my problem!"
I tucked the gold pieces and the divorce papers into my cloak, unable to keep the smile off my face. I walked out of the capital without so much as a backward glance.
Word later spread through every high society circle that the ever-composed Lord Regent had gone mad, turning the kingdom inside out to find the ex-wife who had left with his fortune and eight unborn children.