Don't Beg Me Now, Your Arrogance Ruined Everything

My grandfather was dying in the ICU, his heart monitor flatlining. I called my billionaire husband, Cole, ten times.

When he finally showed up, he reeked of his mistress's signature floral perfume.

His mistress, a famous ballerina, even showed up at the hospital to flaunt their affair. Her malicious provocation caused my grandfather to go into shock and slip into a deep coma.

When I lunged at her in anger, Cole violently shoved me to the hard floor to protect her.

He thought my soul-crushing grief was just a jealous tantrum.

I realized then that my decade of love meant absolutely nothing to him. To Cole, I was just a parasite attached to his empire, a transaction he could buy and dismiss.

So, I stopped crying. I opened my laptop and calculated every single cent he had ever spent on me, adding aggressive compound interest.

I handed him the 'Marital Debt Liquidation' spreadsheet along with the signed divorce papers.

But he regretted and didn't want to let me leave.

"Since you treat everything like a balance sheet," I told him calmly, "I am simply clearing my accounts."