I Gave My Super-Male Son to the Mistress

When Derek Miller showed up with his secretary, Serena Cross, he pointed a finger right at my face.

"You're nowhere near as sweet or stunning as Serena, and you can't even handle our kid. Let's get a divorce."

Serena scoffed, too.

"I warned you, Chloe. Women need to know how to keep their men happy, or they'll just get replaced."

I let out a dry chuckle, looking at Serena's smug face. "Alright, ex-husband. Enjoy your 'happiness'."

Less than three minutes later, I'd cleared out the bedroom for them.

I swiftly packed my bags, ready to walk out.