On the Day of Our Divorce, the Big Shots Filled My Doorstep on Their Knees

The day my useless husband, Lin Chen, and I divorced, the city’s powerful men knelt all over our neighborhood, shouting, “We welcome the Dragon King back to his throne!”

I was stunned.

Then his identity as a miracle doctor was exposed, and global conglomerates scrambled to curry favor with him. Meanwhile, I had just received a diagnosis of blood cancer.

The only person who could save me was the mysterious miracle doctor, the very ex-husband I had just abandoned.

He looked at me with a faint smile. “Beg me?”

I had been so decisive when I shoved the divorce papers at him. Now, the regret stung just as sharply.

Did I really make the right choice in getting divorced?