Only after three months passed without a single message from his long-suffering wife did the domineering CEO, who had faked his death to escape, finally realize something was wrong.
He asked his assistant, "I faked my death and disappeared for three years. Has Song Zhiyi paid off the debts while raising our child?"
The assistant was baffled. "Mr. Pei, after Madam held the young master's funeral, she never came home again. I thought you two had divorced."
The man froze, his face turning deathly pale.
He didn't know that while I was kneeling on the floor in my cleaning uniform, scrubbing it clean, I saw him. After his business failed, he had left behind massive debts and faked his death to escape. Now he was wearing the latest Armani spring-summer couture suit and giving a seven-year-old boy on a raised platform a toy robot made from a pile of diamonds, wishing him a happy birthday.
Our child had died by suicide yesterday because we couldn't afford the medical bills.
