The Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back

My husband’s first love was pregnant with his baby. The day my grandma passed away, he was also with her.

Three years of marriage, I was not only his wife but his secretary.

However, he treated me like a stranger.

“There’s no love between us, Veronica. Never was. You’re only my wife because of a mistake,” he casually responded.

Fine, if that was so, I would dump him. I took out my phone and made a call.

“Dad, I got divorced. Cut the capital flow to Cater’s Group in three days.”

It was time to restore my real identity.

“OK. I’ll go pick you up.” My dad said.