The Forty-Nine-Year-Old Matriarch of a Wealthy Family

On my forty-ninth birthday, I was washing dishes at a hotel when I caught my husband with his arm around his mistress, cutting a cake.

He tossed me divorce papers. “Lin Cuilan, take a look at your face. Do you think you’re fit to be my wife? You’re leaving with nothing!”

I jumped into the river late that night, but a passing billionaire pulled me out. Soaked to the skin, he looked at me with red-rimmed eyes. “You look so much like my late wife… Marry me, and I’ll make you the most respected woman in the city.”

Later, my ex-husband’s company went bankrupt, and he knelt on the wedding aisle, begging me to remarry him.

I smiled. “Zhou Jianguo, you look so ugly on your knees.”

He pointed at the billionaire. “You’re nothing but a stand-in!”

The billionaire put an arm around my waist and replied coldly, “She’s no stand-in. She’s Lin Cuilan.”