After five years of marriage, I had humbled myself until I was dust, only to get my husband's one true love back and a divorce agreement.
The day I left with nothing, he held his pregnant first love in his arms and sneered, "Without me, you're nothing."
Three years later, at an international finance summit, I was the newly appointed president of the Asia-Pacific region.
He, meanwhile, represented a bankrupt company, bowing and scraping as he presented a business proposal to me.
The moment he saw the nameplate on my desk, his face turned deathly pale and his voice trembled. "Qinqin, how can it be you?"
I picked up my coffee and smiled faintly. "Sir, mind how you address me. Call me President Lin."
Eyes red, he fell to his knees. "I was wrong. My first love was a fake, and the child wasn't mine..."
But the heir to a top-tier tycoon family standing behind me put an arm around my waist. "Honey, let's kick this piece of trash out of here."
