Chapter 1

It was the third year of my marriage to Adrian.

He was 35.

I was barely 21, just a senior in college.

I hadn’t even decided if I wanted to be a full-time housewife.

Then I overheard him casually chatting with a bunch of big shots in his industry:

“Chloe is nothing but her youth.

“Honestly, she’s not as sophisticated as Vivian.

“I’m starting to regret getting married. Bagging a young girl costs so little, but now a divorce would be too costly.”

That same day, I handed him the divorce papers.

When he saw the words “relinquishing all marital assets” in black and white, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, feigning generosity, he said:

“I’ll transfer twenty million to you, as compensation.”

I smiled and refused:

“I’m young; I can afford to play the long game.”

He had no idea that my brother, Christian, was one of the wealthiest men in New York.

All these years, Adrian had only managed to climb into those elite circles thanks to Christian's backing.

Divorcing me?

His losses had only just begun.