After the Divorce, My Billionaire Ex-Husband Became My Poor Little Darling

"You can have the divorce, but don't regret it."

He signed the agreement, his eyes cold as ice.

I angrily tore up the ten-billion-yuan check he offered and walked away.

But the scythe of fate spares no one.

Zhao Yong, once the arrogant CEO of a tech empire, was photographed curled up outside my villa late at night, like an abandoned dog.

The media went wild: Zhao Group's chairman reduced to a guard dog, waiting three nights outside his ex-wife's door.

Later...

He grabbed the hem of my skirt, eyes red. "Feifei, I was wrong..."

I raised an eyebrow. "What did you get wrong?"

"I was wrong to... let you go back then."

Later still...

He knelt in the pouring rain, holding the wedding ring from the marriage I once lost. "Please, give me one more chance."

I crouched down and gripped his chin. "Zhao Yong, you're mine now."

This time, I'm the one calling the shots.