Chapter 1

Two years into our marriage, I finally realized I knew nothing about the woman sleeping next to me.

I thought Sienna was just a simple, sweet girl from a poor background.

Turns out, she was the cold, ruthless CEO of the Vance Group, one of the biggest names in finance.

For love, I pinched every single penny. I wore a pair of ten-dollar knockoff sneakers until the soles peeled off, still refusing to throw them away.

Meanwhile, Sienna threw money around like dirt. Just for her first love, she bought a twenty-million-dollar luxury estate without batting an eye.

How completely... pathetic of me.

To ease our financial burden, I took a part-time gig handing out flyers for a luxury real estate development after my day job.

I never imagined I would run into my wife there.

Watching the woman step out of a sleek Porsche Panamera, I froze.

"Sienna...?"

I whispered, staring in utter disbelief.

I couldn't understand it. Wasn't my wife supposed to be out delivering DoorDash orders right now to help pay our bills?

How could she be stepping out of a luxury supercar—the kind I usually walked around just to avoid scratching?

I stood there, paralyzed, my eyes glued to her.

She wasn't wearing the cheap clothes I had bought her online. She was wearing an haute couture designer gown that cost more than I could possibly imagine.

"Does Sienna have a twin sister?"

The ridiculous thought popped into my head.

The woman in front of me had my wife's exact face, but her aura was completely different.

My wife was approachable, warm, like a ray of sunshine.

This woman was cold, aloof, and untouchable, like a star high above in the night sky.

"I have to be mistaken. There's no way that's Sienna."

I chuckled softly, shaking my head.

Then, my eyes caught the small red birthmark right on her collarbone.

My whole world ground to a halt.

My wife had that exact same birthmark.

Could it be... that this woman really was my wife?

Whoosh!

A violent shiver ran down my spine, and the flyers in my hands slipped, scattering all over the pavement.

My supervisor frowned, barking at me, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!"

I apologized frantically, crouching down to grab the flyers.

My hands picked up the paper, but my eyes drifted straight back toward her.

She hadn't walked away after getting out of the car. Instead, she turned and held out her hand.

I frowned, confused.

A second later, a pale, manicured hand took hers.

"Sienna, thank you for coming with me today."

A handsome man in a tailored white suit stepped out of the Porsche.

Boom!

My mind went completely blank, as if struck by lightning.

It really was her. It was Sienna.

"No... this can't be real..."

My voice shook.

"What can't be real?"

My supervisor's voice came from behind me.

I scrambled to my feet and turned to him. "Sir, do you know who that woman is?"

The supervisor looked confused, then a smirk spread across his face.

"Tyler, let me give you some advice. Stick to handing out flyers. Stop daydreaming about some billionaire heiress falling for you."

"That's Sienna Vance, the head of Vance Capital. Someone at the very top of the financial world. A broke nobody like you doesn't even exist in her universe."

My face went pale. The last shred of hope in my chest shattered.

I didn't care about the job anymore.

I dropped everything and ran in the direction Sienna had gone.

Yet, just as I was about to catch up, all my courage evaporated.

I didn't dare walk up and confront her.

Instead, I hid behind a marble pillar nearby.

I watched the arrogant sales manager bow and scrape before Sienna like an obedient servant.

I watched Sienna swipe her black card without blinking, buying a twenty-million-dollar villa for that man.

A sharp, stabbing pain tore through my chest.

I looked down at the beat-up ten-dollar sneakers on my feet. The sight made my eyes burn.

The soles were falling off, but I had refused to throw them out.

How completely... pathetic.