When We Meet Again As Strangers

The tenth year of living with Victor Chase, I heartlessly left him and married a wealthy second-generation man who had always pursued me.

Four years later, Victor had risen to success. I ran into him in his company's building while working a temporary job.

He raised an eyebrow, mocking me. "Did your rich husband run out of money?"

I lowered my head, instinctively touching the scars on my body.

"It’s not that he ran out of money, he’s dead."

He froze for a moment, then suddenly let out a scoff. "Oh? A young widow already? That’s some karma for you."