The Path of a Cold-Blooded CEO to Doting on His Wife

Before my mother was buried, my father held a wedding with another woman. I made a big fuss at their wedding, embarrassing him, and that was the first time he hit me, and we stopped communicating with each other from then on. And when I was at the lowest point in my life, I met him again. It was also at my father's wedding. I fell in love with him for three years. Later, we got married, but there was no love. It was not until later that we divorced and remarried...