When Joy Quinn was four months pregnant, her husband Cedric Shaw brought home a woman who was seven months along. "JoJo, Wendy Nolan is the wife of a brother I owed my life to. He just passed away, leaving her and the baby with no one. I just couldn't turn them away. Don't worry—it's only for a little while, just until she finds her own place." Soft-hearted as she was, Joy agreed. She never expected that "a little while" would stretch into two full months. At first, she didn't think much of it. Until one night, when she got up and walked in on a scene that made her blood run cold. She stood outside that door for three hours. Inside, the two of them went at it three times. Watching Cedric's face twist with pleasure, again and again, Joy felt her heart being carved open with a knife. He hadn't laid a finger on her since she got pregnant—said he was afraid of hurting the baby. And yet Wendy was nine months pregnant, and they still managed to go three rounds. She wiped the tears from her eyes, picked up her phone, and made two calls. "I need to book a procedure. As soon as possible." "Mom, Cedric cheated on me. I'm getting a divorce and coming to you. Dad's been wanting to hand the company over to me, right? I'm on my way." She hung up and tore the 500-billion-dollar check in her hands to shreds. It was from her father—funds originally meant to back Cedric's new venture. From now on, she would never waste another cent on that man.