Always Comes Back To Your Love

The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback

Zhi Yao

For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties. But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom. Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot. Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years. "You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic." My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support. They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets. I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life. But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree. Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate. When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block.

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In the biggest Mole Hotel in the South City, the noisy hall was full of hustle and bustle. When people were toasting to each other, they could see the girl in the center of the stage, with a happy smile on her face.

Lilian Xia's white dress accentuated her perfect figure. Her delicate side face flushed in the colorful light. The guests around her toasted to her and she lowered her head with a smile.

She raised her hand and tucked her black hair behind her ears. A faint fragrance spread in the air between her movements.

"Lilian, you look so beautiful today."

A pair of warm hands fell on her waist. Lilian Xia looked up and saw the man in front of her in a white suit of Armani. The second button was unbuttoned, revealing his bronze skin. She wore a pair of straight suit pants and shiny leather shoes, full of undisguised dignity.

He looked at Lilian and said gently.

"Thank you."

Lilian turned around and smiled. She was exceedingly beautiful.

"Happy birthday, sister." A familiar but harsh voice rang in Lilian's ears. She was stunned. It was Jocelyn Xia, her sister.

"Thank you." The corners of Lilian's mouth twitched slightly, and her face stiffened for a moment. She was her sister, but in fact, she had never treated herself as a sister. Even when she gave her blessings, her eyes were fixed on her fiance, Timothy Wu.

"Sister, you are not used to wearing high-heeled shoes. You look so beautiful today. Don't make a fool of yourself!"

With an disgusting smile on her coquettish but hateful face, Lilian's heart skipped a beat.

On the surface, she replied calmly, "Thank you for your concern, sister. Your makeup looks a little old-fashioned today. You need to find a suitable light later."

She didn't expect that Lilian was still so eloquent. Biting her lips, Jocelyn glared at Lilian and said, "You can be stubborn now. Later you'll know what is worse than death!"

"Humph!"

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