I Mistook the CEO for the Club’s Top Escort

The night I fled my wedding and climbed into a Rolls-Royce, I mistook Li Sijue for an escort and signed a contract with him.

He tore up the check with a cold laugh. “The position of Mrs. Li is vacant. You’ll do nicely as a replacement.”

It wasn’t until I found his ex-wife’s ring in his study that I realized it was exactly like my wedding ring.

“So I was just a substitute?” I took off the ring and tossed it into my wine. “The contract’s expired, Mr. Number One.”

Five years later, at Paris Fashion Week, my haute couture finale stunned the crowd.

Li Sijue suddenly rushed onto the runway and grabbed the microphone. “The position of my wife will always be reserved for her!”

The global livestream cameras swung toward the audience

The adorable five-year-old in my arms blinked eyes just like his. “Mommy, that man looks just like me.”

Five years later, my haute couture finale took the stage at Paris Fashion Week.

Live on camera around the world, Li Sijue suddenly appeared onstage. “The position of my wife will always be reserved for her.” The spotlights instantly focused on the audience, I was holding an adorable child whose features were exactly like his.