Zero Assets: Divorcing The Cruel Billionaire

A car crash erased my husband Apollo's memory. I brought his favorite vintage watch to the club, praying it would remind him of our love.

Instead, standing outside the VIP room, I heard him coldly tell his friends that I was just a greedy gold digger.

He accused me of slipping drugs into drinks at a party, completely unaware that he was fiercely protecting Brynlee, the woman who actually set me up.

He froze every bank account in my name to force me to my knees.

When I confronted them and threatened to call the police, he shielded Brynlee.

He even grabbed me by the throat, choking me until I slipped and fell backward into a freezing outdoor pool.

As blood poured from a deep gash on my forehead, he just looked down at my thrashing body.

"Disgusting," he spat, his eyes filled with murderous hatred.

The man who used to treat me like his entire world was dead.

He didn't just forget our marriage; he forgot my humanity, torturing me to protect a calculated liar.

That single word killed the last pathetic shred of hope I had been clinging to.

So, when he finally discovered the truth at the hospital and desperately tried to stop the divorce, I didn't shed a single tear.

I just handed him the divorce papers claiming zero assets.

"I'll see you at the courthouse tomorrow at nine."