My Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back

Six years after divorcing Hugh Shaw, I ran into him again at the corporation's charity gala.

The moment our eyes met, shock flashed across Hugh Shaw's face:

"Claire Winston, what are you doing here? You're not Mrs. Shaw anymore. This isn't where you belong."

I couldn't be bothered to argue with him and turned to leave, but unexpectedly, he reached out to grab me.

"Fine, considering you gave me a son, just stand quietly behind me and no one will give you trouble."

I stepped aside to avoid him and refused flatly: "No, thank you."