Chapter 1

On the day of the divorce, my husband Cedric gave me an old, run-down little house and told me to get lost.

He said, "You haven't worked a single day since we got married. Giving you this house is already more than generous."

But he forgot—it was his idea for me to quit my job and be a stay-at-home wife in the first place.

After marriage, all the household chores fell on me. Since his father Anderson got seriously ill, I'd been the one taking care of him.

Now, for the sake of his first love Alice, he wanted a divorce.

But I calmly took the property deed without shedding a single tear and signed readily. "Deal."

He was stunned and scrutinized me. "Wesley, you better not try anything funny."

I smiled.

He had no idea that a real estate developer had contacted me last week—this run-down house was about to be demolished for redevelopment, and they'd offered compensation of up to ten million dollars.

What he knew even less was that I'd just received a report confirming I was the only person in the world with the same blood type as his critically ill father.