Where Fireworks Faded to Embers
How rich could a person get?
My husband was extremely wealthy. The world knew him as Yvan Ellison, the person who owned nearly half of Ember City's real estate.
In the five years of our marriage, he would transfer a property to my name whenever he went out for a rendezvous with his true love.
By the time I owned ninety-nine properties, he suddenly realized that I had changed.
I no longer cried or caused a scene. I did not beg him to stay home.
I simply chose the best villa in Ember City, held the property transfer agreement in my hands, and waited for him to sign.
When he finally did, he showed the first hint of softness in years.
"When I get back, I'll take you to see the fireworks."
I obediently put the agreement away and gave a soft hum.
I just did not tell him that this time, the document he signed… was our divorce papers.