Dumped for a Millionaire

My wife was sent overseas on a three-year assignment. Today, I went to the airport to pick her up.

I didn't expect her to walk out holding a six-month-old baby.

My coworkers sneered at me:

"Hey, the kid might not be yours, but at least your wife is still yours, right?"

Right after that, my wife handed me a divorce agreement.

"Just sign it, Logan. Don't stand in my way of becoming a billionaire's wife."

I took the pen and signed my name without hesitation.

The faithful tool has finally woken up. This time, I’m the one throwing her away.