I spent ten years helping him build his business, pouring my heart and soul into it until the stress stopped my periods. On the day he reached the top, he put an arm around his young secretary and tossed me divorce papers. “You can’t even have a child. What use is a woman like you?”
Holding my divorce certificate, I thought I’d spend the rest of my life alone. Instead, I somehow stumbled into a whole nest of powerful CEOs. Heirs to wealthy families, top-tier stars, aloof men who swore off love… one after another, they fought for the chance to take care of me for the rest of my life.
One trillion-yuan CEO told me, “You’re not in good health? That’s fine. I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life. I don’t like children anyway. I only like you.”
When my ex-husband saw me shining brighter than ever, he fell to his knees in the rain, sobbing. “Honey, I was wrong. Let’s get remarried!”
I linked arms with my new love and smiled seductively. “Remarry you? As if you’re worthy. The line of people chasing me stretches all the way to France.”
