After the Divorce, I Hid My Waistcoat and Was Pestered by Him Again

On the day of the divorce, I regained the memory of the only daughter of the world's richest man. My ex-husband thought that I had left the house and was celebrating my first love. And I turned around and got into the world's limited edition car. Later, my business empire swallowed up his company. He knelt down in the heavy rain and begged for reconciliation: "I was wrong, can you come back?" I held my fiancé, a financial tycoon beside me, with a smile as bright as a flower: "Let me introduce you to my fiancé, who is also the new boss of your company." Until one day, the pregnancy test sheet was accidentally exposed. My ex-husband blocked me with red eyes: "Whose child is it?" My fiancé, who was rumored to be a decisive and murderous man, carefully protected me behind him and said in a cold voice: "Mine. Is there a problem?"