Chapter 1

To spare Christopher Sanchez's fragile pride, I hid that I was the daughter of the wealthiest family in the city and married beneath me.

A year later, Christopher handed me a divorce agreement. "Let's get divorced."

Heartbroken, I demanded, "Why?"

"Being with a bottom-rung woman like you, I can see exactly how the rest of my life will go."

I suddenly laughed. "Is it because your village is being bought out, and you're afraid I'll take half the money?"

"Think whatever you want. Either way, we're getting divorced."

Fine. If he didn't know how to value what he had, then I'd sign.

The moment I finished signing, my best friend Yvonne James walked in from outside, wrapped her arms around Christopher, and laughed in my face. "Thanks, bestie. Thanks for giving up that hundred-million buyout. Now Christopher and I can finally be together out in the open."

What they didn't know was that the company handling this whole buyout belonged to my father.

So I made a call and put the entire buyout on hold.

...

Back when Christopher and I first started dating, I noticed how insecure he was. He never talked about sneakers, cosmetics, or cars in front of our classmates.

Once I wore the latest limited-edition designer bag, and he called me materialistic and ignored me for days.

I quickly told him it was a knockoff.

After that, to protect his feelings, I hid the fact that I was the heiress of the wealthiest family in the city while we dated.

Christopher was brilliant. Given time, I believed he could become a real force within my family's world.

Not long after graduation, he and I both started working at my eldest brother's company.

A year into our marriage, he made manager, and his salary rose to fifty thousand a month.

We were happy together. We were even actively trying for a baby.

At the class reunion coming up in a few days, I'd planned to finally tell him the truth about who I was, and to announce in front of everyone that he'd be taking over as president of a subsidiary worth ten billion, letting him have his moment of glory.

Who could have guessed that because of the buyout, terrified I'd take half the money, he'd ask me for a divorce.

Now, hearing him say he wanted a divorce, it cut through me like a blade.

"Christopher, why? When you married me, you said you'd love me for the rest of your life!"

His eyes flicked away for a second, then he said firmly, "Being with a bottom-rung woman like you, I can see exactly how the rest of my life will go."

"That's right," my mother-in-law Wendy Lawrence chimed in. "Look at that shabby, penniless state of yours. What part of you is good enough for my son?"

My sister-in-law Tessa Sanchez said, "You only drag him down. He's already a manager. And you? Still just an ordinary employee."

I nearly laughed from anger. Everything he'd achieved, I'd quietly arranged for him behind the scenes.

As for staying an ordinary employee, that was because the job was easy.

If I wanted, one phone call and I could be running the company as president.

"Your father died young, your family was poor, so when I married you I didn't ask for a bride price, and I even brought a car to get around in as part of my dowry—"

"You didn't ask for a bride price because you're cheap. Otherwise Chris never would've taken you!"

Wendy pushed him on. "Son, when it's time to cut it off, you cut it off!"

Christopher finally steeled himself and pushed the divorce agreement toward me. "Let's get divorced."

The agreement was simple. As long as I signed, the dowry car was mine.

"Christopher, you're afraid I'll take half of that hundred-million buyout. That's the real reason you want a divorce, isn't it."