Chapter 3Reborn as a Billionairess: My Sugar Baby is Actually My Ex-Husband?!

In my past life, I had a sick mother, a gambling-addicted father, and a younger brother in school.

To keep my family afloat, I worked five jobs simultaneously.

But in the end, I still couldn't pay off the massive debts my deadbeat dad owed to loan sharks.

I was dragged into a dark alley by the collectors.

I thought my life was over right then and there.

Unexpectedly, a Bugatti suddenly pulled up to the mouth of the alley.

An older man wearing a bespoke, high-end suit stepped out of the car. You could tell that in his youth, he must have been devastatingly handsome.

He asked me if I was willing to be his kept woman.

He would pay off all my father's debts.

He would guarantee my entire family a life free of financial worry.

"I'm not for sale."

As I recall, I said the exact same thing to him back then that Liam just said to me.

The older man just smiled and didn't say anything, but he still solved my problem with the loan sharks.

Not only that, he quietly took care of my mother's medical bills, my brother's tuition, and even paid to have our leaky, rundown house repaired.

He would occasionally drop by to see how I was doing, but he never brought up the "kept woman" arrangement again.

During casual conversation, I learned he had never married. He had always held a torch for his "first love," and I just happened to look 90% like her.

Maybe I was moved by everything he had done for me.

Or maybe when you're truly destitute, your principles are like wet paper—they tear at the slightest touch.

I actually ended up being the one to propose we get married.

After we got married, he treated me with immense respect, practically worshiping the ground I walked on.

We maintained a strictly platonic relationship.

Once, I was wearing a lace nightgown and accidentally tripped into his arms.

His arms instantly tensed, and his breathing grew heavy, but he immediately steadied me and took a step back.

Living with him for five years, it wasn't that I didn't develop any feelings for him.

But the massive age gap was a chasm we could never cross.

I never expected that I would die in a car crash before he did...

When I opened my eyes again, I was a billionaire heiress in Manhattan. This time, it was my turn to enjoy life!