After My Billionaire Ex Begged Me Back, I Married Her Rival

I took a delivery gig cooking meals at someone's home. Thirty thousand dollars an hour.

The client was a young guy who'd ordered three large boxes of home-cooked dishes, all of which had to look, smell, and taste perfect.

"My girlfriend made fun of me for not knowing how to cook. I have to show her what I've got!"

"But I seriously have zero talent. I almost blew up the rice cooker."

"Good thing it's her money, so no skin off my back. Bro, you gotta help me out!"

Rowena Ashworth was an ordinary office worker. Her job was exhausting, and her stomach had always been sensitive.