Sorry, I'm Married To A Billionaire

Synopsis

During the earthquake relief work, my husband, Edward Schultz, stumbled upon the remains of his first love, Grace Yardley, buried under the rubble. That night, after leaving a suicide note, he took our son Charlie Schultz and jumped off a building in a desperate bid to reunite with Grace. It hit me then that Edward and Charlie never really had a place for me in their hearts. After traveling back, I found myself at the very moment we first talked about getting a divorce. This time, I didn't even blink. I agreed on the spot and tossed our three-year-old son to Edward without a second thought. Five years later, we ran into each other at an auction party. Edward was holding Grace in one hand and Charlie in the other, sneering at me. "Isabella, only five years and you've become such a bitch, huh? Just heard I was here and you rushed over, hoping to climb the social ladder?" Charlie chimed in. "Mom... I mean, Isabella, you should stop pestering my dad. We're happy as a family now." I ignored them and instead picked up my daughter, who was busy sneaking snacks, and headed back to my seat. Edward's face twisted in fury, veins popping as he squeezed Grace's hand. "Isabella, how can you be so cheap? Just five years, and you already have a kid this big? "I can't believe you'd do that just to make me jealous. So, which loser did you hook up with to have this bastard?"