They all said I wasn't good enough for him—how could a fat, boring wife stand beside a dazzlingly powerful CEO? I once believed sincerity could be exchanged for true feelings, until he threw the divorce papers in my face for the sake of that slender, beautiful subordinate, sneering, "You should look in the mirror, Sylvia." In that moment, something inside me shattered completely. I signed my name and took what I deserved—that tiny, failing studio he never gave a second glance. When I received my crown at the pinnacle of the international hacker world, when tech titan Liam got down on one knee offering me the whole world, my ex-husband, the man who once saw me as dirt, stopped my car in the rain with red-rimmed eyes. He asked hoarsely, "The legendary 'Sphinx'... how could it be you?" I rolled down the window, looked at his rain-drenched, wretched state, and simply smiled. "Mr. David, now, it's you who isn't good enough for me."