My husband took our son to pursue his first love, so I decided to divorce him.

"My child, stay, and I'll give you a billion dollars."

"No, two billion!"

At the grand Hayes Estate, Old Mr. Sterling Hayes sat hunched in a plush armchair, his gaze pleading with me. But I, sitting opposite him, simply shook my head. With a gentle push, I slid the colossal check back across the table.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry. We agreed on six years, and that time is up. My debt of gratitude has been repaid. It's time for me to leave."

My voice was soft, yet unwavering in its resolve.