On my wedding day, with my pregnant belly showing, I caught my fiancé trying on wedding dresses with his one true love in his arms. “Xiaoyu, she’s carrying your child. You have to take responsibility,” she cooed, swaying his arm. “Just get rid of it,” he said coldly as he brushed past me. “Lin Xiaoyu, don’t think being pregnant will help you climb the social ladder. A poor girl like you isn’t good enough for me.” In that moment, I gave up on him completely. Five years ago, in the car accident that changed my fate, I was supposed to die, but his grandfather saved me. His dying wish was for me to marry his good-for-nothing grandson and help him protect the family business. But now, it was clear that he wasn’t worthy. I took off the ancestral jade bangle on my wrist, the old man’s only keepsake. “I wish you two a long life together, you whore and your dog.” As I turned away, my phone buzzed and the screen lit up. A text appeared: “President Lin, your trillion-yuan fortune has earned you a place on the list of Asia’s Most Influential Businesswomen. The awards ceremony will be held next Friday. Will you be able to attend?”
