My Ex Dumped Me, So I Married a Billionaire Heiress

After I proposed to Kathy Johnson, my girlfriend of seven years, we went to City Hall to get our marriage license.

Instead, she had her bodyguards throw me onto the street.

Then, she walked through the doors, hand in hand with her childhood friend, Nate.

She didn’t even blink when he saw me sitting there on the ground, shaking with disbelief.

"Nate's son needs a legal guardian to secure his inheritance from the Johnson Group. The fastest way is for me to marry Nate and adopt the boy."

"As soon as the paperwork is finalized, we'll get a divorce. You'll still be the one I really marry."

Everyone assumed that I, the man who had been devoted to her for so long, would foolishly wait. After all, I had already waited for seven long years.

But that night, I accepted the arranged business marriage my family had prepared for me and took a flight to Center City on the East Coast.

I vanished from Kathy's world completely, and no one saw it coming.

Five years later, I returned to Westlake City to visit my family. My wife, Rhea Weyland, was the sole heir to the Weyland family, a powerhouse that practically controlled the entire West Coast economy. She was tied up in a sudden international merger meeting.

She had specially arranged for someone to pick me up from the airport.

But I never dreamed that the "someone" she sent would be Kathy.

The moment she saw me, her gaze immediately fell on the glittering watch on my wrist.

"I can't believe that after all these years, you've stooped so low you're wearing a cheap knockoff."

"Are you done with your little pity party? It's time to come crawling back. Nate's son is starting at an elite private school, and you're just in time to be his full-time driver and bodyguard."

I gently stroked the watch on my wrist.

What she didn't know was that this was one of the more modest gifts Rhea had given me.

After I proposed to Kathy Johnson, my girlfriend of seven years, we went to City Hall to get our marriage license.

Instead, she had her bodyguards throw me onto the street.

Then, she walked through the doors, hand in hand with her childhood friend, Nate.

She didn’t even blink when he saw me sitting there on the ground, shaking with disbelief.

"Nate's son needs a legal guardian to secure his inheritance from the Johnson Group. The fastest way is for me to marry Nate and adopt the boy."

"As soon as the paperwork is finalized, we'll get a divorce. You'll still be the one I really marry."

Everyone assumed that I, the man who had been devoted to her for so long, would foolishly wait. After all, I had already waited for seven long years.

But that night, I accepted the arranged business marriage my family had prepared for me and took a flight to Center City on the East Coast.

I vanished from