He was a domineering, powerful tycoon, cold and noble, rich and handsome.
A conspiracy made her his woman.
She thought their paths would never cross again, but when she was backed into a corner, he appeared before her once more, falling from the sky to save her.
With a contract, she became his wife.
He gave her a love the whole world envied, cherishing her and treating her like a treasure.
One day, she finally couldn’t take it anymore and slammed her hand on the table.
“Wasn’t this supposed to be a marriage of convenience? Weren’t we supposed to share a roof but not a bed? I want a divorce!”
The man, terminally afflicted with doting-on-his-wife syndrome, glanced at her calmly and handed over the divorce papers with easy grace.
But the terms clearly stated: all movable and immovable property went to her, the child went to her, and he... went to her too?
She had thought theirs was just a marriage of convenience, each getting what they wanted. Only later did she realize that every coincidence had been part of someone’s long-laid plan.
