Chapter 1

My husband, Julian Thorne, was one of the world's wealthiest men, and a notorious workaholic. In our five years of marriage, he abandoned me for work countless times.

The first time was on my birthday. I had meticulously chosen and booked a restaurant, but he jetted off abroad for an acquisition deal, leaving me to wait from dawn till dusk.

The second time was after my car accident. I urgently needed my spouse's consent at the hospital. Mustering what little strength I had, I messaged him, only to receive his cold reply: "I'm in a very important meeting. Handle it yourself."

The third time, my father was critically ill. My dying father wanted to see him one last time, but Julian was too busy with a multi-billion dollar project signing ceremony to make it. As I held my father's gradually chilling hand, listening to the busy signal on the phone, my heart went completely cold.

Time after time, I finally understood. In Julian Thorne's heart, nothing and no one could ever compare to his business empire.

I told myself this was the price of a business marriage. He had always said he wouldn't love me, but at least, he didn't love anyone else either.

But just as I was almost accustomed to this icy despair, a shocking piece of news suddenly exploded within our social circles—

Julian Thorne, known for his indifference to women and his singular focus on work, was reportedly spoiling a young woman rotten!

Rumor had it that he ditched a multi-billion dollar deal just to accompany that girl on a skiing trip to the Alps;