Too Late Mr Billionaire

I thought I was just a temporary woman in a billionaire's world-useful, replaceable, easy to discard.

So when he publicly chose another woman, I signed the papers, walked away, and swore I'd never beg again.

But the contract I thought was a simple deal was hiding something else... a marriage clause, a will condition, and a truth he never told me: he didn't leave because he stopped loving me-he left because someone wanted me erased.