General He is really miserable, got divorced by his wife.

From the back cover

For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison.

But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed.

"Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back."

That same night, I ended up in the emergency room and discovered I was pregnant with twins.

When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them.

He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets.

Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage.

Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died.

I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned.

But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows.

I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate.

Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile.

The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire.