On the day I got divorced, I walked away with over a hundred million in assets.
Before I could enjoy the payoff, I dropped dead.
I opened my eyes back in high school, where a rich boy with a terrible reputation was asking me out in front of everyone.
My ex-husband was certain my taste was too good to accept him.
I snatched the love letter and said yes.
This time, I wasn’t about to suffer through building a fortune from scratch.