Chapter 1Reborn as a Billionairess: My Sugar Baby is Actually My Ex-Husband?!

In my past life, I married an old man for money, but I ended up kicking the bucket before him.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reincarnated as a billionaire heiress in Manhattan.

Looking at the incredibly handsome, dirt-poor college student standing in front of me, I decided it was my turn to experience the thrill of keeping a sugar baby.

I loaded up his campus dining card, paid his tuition, and bought him anything he looked at for more than two seconds.

But the way he looked at me was always icy and distant, like an untamed, feral puppy.

That was, until the day I accidentally found a hidden diary in the back of his desk drawer.

Flipping to the last page, I saw a very familiar handwriting:

"I'm sorry."

"This time, let me be the one who leaves first."

!!!!!!!

Wait... Old man?!

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When my chauffeur pulled up to the university gates in my Bugatti, Liam was setting up a small folding table, selling hand-drawn calligraphy prints for the holidays.

He was 6'1", with messy, dark hair falling perfectly into his eyes, and striking, delicate features.

He looked like he belonged on the cover of a GQ magazine, completely out of place on a dusty sidewalk.

He caught my eye immediately.

I squinted.

Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to sponsor this college boy.

After all, in this life, I really wanted to see what it was like to have my own kept man.

Seemingly sensing my gaze, Liam looked up.

His detached, world-weary eyes met mine.

"Large prints are fifteen dollars. Small ones are eight."

I reached out and picked up one of the prints.

"Your handwriting is really nice." I looked up at him. "How much to write my name?"

His grip on his calligraphy pen tightened, his face deadly serious.

"Not for sale."

Fine, not for sale. Then why are your ears turning red?

The corners of my mouth curled up.

No rush.

We have plenty of time to negotiate this business deal.