Reborn Heiress，Dumping the Toxic Groom to Build an Empire

At my high-society wedding to my fiancé, Tristan Lu, his executive assistant—and the secret love of his life, Vivian Lin—slit her wrists in a hotel penthouse suite.

Tristan smashed the crystal champagne flute meant for our toast. After a brief, heavy silence, he coldly ordered his men, "Wire the hospital whatever it takes. Get her the best care money can buy."

Then, pretending nothing had happened, he returned to my side, ready to proceed with our arranged corporate union.