I No Longer Want My Billionaire Husband

My name is Fiona Owens.

Because I love kids, I hid my true identity and became a teacher at the kindergarten my dad invested in.

On my first day at work, I got scolded by Liam’s mom, Rylee Fuller.

She said, "Why are you letting the little girls in class wear skirts? Are you trying to make them seduce my son?"

"Why isn’t there sea cucumber on today’s menu? My son is malnourished, can you take responsibility for that?"

"Also, my son is a genius. He must be the class monitor! All the kids have to listen to him."

I’ve met all kinds of weirdos, but it’s my first time seeing someone as crazy as her.

I rolled my eyes in anger and was about to argue back when a colleague pulled me aside.

She said, "Ms. Owens, don’t act impulsively. Her husband is the richest man in Los Angeles."

"This kindergarten is funded by their family, we can’t afford to offend them!"

I almost burst out laughing.

I thought, "Her husband is the richest man in Los Angeles? Then who is my husband?"