After pretending to be a poor husband and killing my mother and daughter drunk, I regret going crazy.

Caleb, the billionaire who’d pretended to be dirt poor for seven years, crashed his Maybach, killing my mom and my daughter. A month later, the man finally realized something was off.

He asked his assistant, “After I ran over those worthless deadbeats, the old woman and the kid, didn’t their family raise hell for compensation?”

Ms. Davies, his assistant, looked grim. She whispered, “Sir, you *are* the victims’ family.”

Caleb was completely baffled. “What do you mean?”

“That night, when you were drunk, you ran over the old lady and her granddaughter.