After Her Devoted Husband Faked His Death, the Cold Female CEO Went MaChapter 1

Everyone in our social circle knew the truth: I was crazy about Jade Henson. The loyal dog kneeling at the hem of her skirt, desperate for a scrap of affection.

But reality was far colder. While I drank myself into a stomach hemorrhage to secure contracts for the Henson Group, she was out celebrating a new intern's birthday.

That night, something inside me finally snapped. I paid a doctor to forge a terminal stomach cancer diagnosis, faked my death, and vanished abroad.

Jade went insane. She hired countless mystics and mediums, trying to summon my soul, begging to see me just one more time.

She didn't get her wish until three years later.

I returned to the country—not as her dog, but as a tycoon looking to expand my empire alongside my new wife. At the banquet, I ran into Jade. Haggard. A shadow of her former self.

Her eyes went wide. Shock first, then a glimmer of desperate hope. "Andrew? Andrew Mason, you finally came back to see me." Her voice cracked. "You've forgiven me, haven't you?"