After Our Divorce, My Broke Ex-Husband Discovered I'm A Billionaire Heiress
Language: en
I have a little flaw. My brain always runs a half-beat behind everyone else's. Three years ago, on a rainy night, a man in a tailored suit was lying on the curb, reeking of alcohol. I dragged him inside and made him a bowl of instant ramen. After he finished eating, he looked up and said, "Marry me." I thought about it for a second. It wasn't like I had anything better to do. "Sure," I said. During our three years of marriage, he hired eight maids for me. Every month, he deposited two hundred thousand dollars of allowance into my card. I was too lazy to even change the default…