In my past life, I spent everything loving Ronald Wright, only to watch him chase after his first love and marry her in the end. I died alone and sick in a hospital, forgotten. After being reborn, I gave up. On our wedding anniversary, I asked for a divorce. I walked away from being a full-time housewife and became the youngest rising star in the design world. But something changed. The husband who once ignored me suddenly cared. He came home every day, afraid I might cheat on him. I sneered, “One day, you’ll be the one begging for a divorce.” He laughed, “Keep dreaming.” I waited for him to realize, just like in the past, that he still loved the other woman and would force me to leave, giving me millions in return. But this time, he pulled me into his arms and said, “What’s money after a divorce? I’m worth billions. It’s all yours. But you—you’re mine.”