Divorcing My Aloof Husband

I was once a well-known feminist activist, but later I became a gold digger and a submissive wife.

To earn money for Frank's medical treatment, I married Zachary and became a stepmother to his autistic son, Erik.

Former friends criticized me for degrading myself and cut off contact with me.

My life became very narrow; I spent my days meticulously caring for Erik and my nights accompanying Zachary through the ups and downs.

In the fifth year of our marriage, Erik's biological mother returned.

She was a wealthy heiress, a PhD from a prestigious university, stunningly beautiful, and had built a feminist persona on social media, amassing millions of followers.

In comparison, I felt dull and uninteresting, and people found me repulsive.

So, I decided to file for divorce.