No Second Chance, Unbothered and Thriving

A month before my wedding, I burned the dress I'd spent a year making with my own hands. My fiancé stood there with his pregnant mistress wrapped in his arms, sneering at me. "Without me, you're nothing." I turned around and knocked on the richest man in the city's door. "Mr. Locke, interested in a marriage alliance? I'm offering a hundred-billion-dollar stake—plus a future business empire, free of charge."