To get back together with my wealthy first love, I made my wife kneel and subjected her to the silent treatment. In the scorching summer heat, I even kicked her out of the house, causing her to suffer heatstroke and miscarry.
As she lay on her deathbed in the hospital, I kissed my first love passionately right in front of her, then went to a hotel with her.
At last, her heart turned to stone. She signed the divorce papers and left the country.
Five years later, she returned in glory as a famous tycoon, just to make a scumbag like me, who sucked up to the rich and powerful, regret everything.
But she didn't know that I had been dead for five years.
Five years ago, on the day of her abortion, I donated the heart that saved her life.
