After the Divorce, I Hid My Secret Identity, but He Started Clinging to Me Again

On the day we divorced, I regained my memories as the only daughter of the world’s richest man. My ex-husband thought I’d left with nothing and was celebrating with his first love. Meanwhile, I turned around and climbed into a one-of-a-kind luxury car.

Later, my business empire swallowed his company. He knelt in the pouring rain and begged me to take him back. “I was wrong. Will you come back to me?” I smiled brightly, arm in arm with the financial tycoon who was now my fiancé. “Let me introduce you. This is my fiancé, and your company’s new boss.”

Then one day, my pregnancy test results were accidentally exposed. My ex-husband blocked my way, eyes red. “Who’s the father?” My fiancé, who was rumored to be ruthless and decisive, carefully shielded me behind him and replied icily, “I am. Got a problem with that?”