After Our Divorce, My Broke Ex-Husband Discovered I'm A Billionaire Heiress

I have a little flaw. My brain always runs a half-beat behind everyone else's.

Three years ago, on a rainy night, a man in a tailored suit was lying on the curb, reeking of alcohol.

I dragged him inside and made him a bowl of instant ramen.

After he finished eating, he looked up and said, "Marry me."

I thought about it for a second. It wasn't like I had anything better to do.

"Sure," I said.

During our three years of marriage, he hired eight maids for me.

Every month, he deposited two hundred thousand dollars of allowance into my card. I was too lazy to even change the default PIN.