After the richest wife killed my mother and daughter, I committed suicide. He regretted it when he learned the truth.

My billionaire wife, who'd been pretending to be poor for seven years, ran over my mom and daughter with her Maybach. A month later, it finally dawned on her that something was off.

She asked her assistant, "After I ran over those worthless nobodies, that old woman and child, did their family not kick up a fuss about compensation?"

Marcus, her assistant, his face grim, replied in a low voice, "Madam, *you* are their family."

Seraphina looked completely lost. "What are you talking about?"

"That night, when you were drunk, you ran over the old woman and her granddaughter.