Rise from the Ashes: My Ex-Husband's Regret

I married the richest man in Los Angeles.

He pursued me for four years and spoiled me for five. I was the woman every woman in Los Angeles envied.

But the “good man” they talked about turned around and rolled around with his female assistant in my car, then even forged photos of me cheating so he could throw me out.

Only later did I learn that I was the Foster family’s long-lost heiress.

Using my identity as the Foster heiress, I personally acquired Ashford Group.

On the day we signed the acquisition agreement, he begged me with red eyes to come home. I only said two words: too late.