Three years ago, I did the unthinkable. I turned my back on my family’s empire and married Lucas, a man who swore he would love me even if I had nothing. To test his heart, I played the role of the "rural girl"—a simple, penniless wife who stayed at home while he climbed the corporate ladder.​ But on our wedding anniversary, the mask slipped—not mine, but his. I came home early to surprise him, only to find him in our bedroom with my best friend. He didn't offer an apology; instead, he threw the divorce papers at me. Desperate to cut the tie, he sneered that he needed a woman who could actually help his career, not a burden like me.​ With a steady hand, I signed the papers. He thinks he’s finally free to marry his "ambitious" mistress. He thinks I’m leaving with nothing but a broken heart.​What he doesn't know is that the "shallow" man just divorced the sole heiress of the global conglomerate he’s been begging for a contract. As my private motorcade pulls up and the world bows to its queen, Lucas is about to learn the most expensive lesson of his life: when it comes to me, it's far too late for regret.​