Divorced by the Billionaire, I Came Back With His ‘Heir’

I was born in shame—my mother was a bar hostess, my father a john who paid for her services. To claw my way into high society, I abandoned the man I'd loved for seven years. And what did I get in return? A husband who sneered that I was nothing but a hen that couldn't lay eggs.

In the end, Colin Farley threw me away like garbage, dumping me at a remote convent in the mountains.

Penniless. Broken. Sick from years of failed treatments.

But I wasn't ready to accept my fate. Not yet.