As the granddaughter of the wealthiest magnate in San Heith, Cynthia Shannon had been in a relationship with Joe Louise for three years, only to find her sincere affections spurned and left in the dust.
Joe regarded her as a simple rural woman, and on their wedding day, he abandoned her to pursue another dazzling beauty, leaving Cynthia heartbroken. But once she decisively ended the relationship, she reclaimed her status as a wealthy heiress, inheriting a fortune worth billions. Her life then ascended to its pinnacle, yet there were always scoundrels who emerged to vex her.
Amidst Cynthia's efforts to deal with these scoundrels, a certain Mr. Ford, known for inspiring dread in anyone who heard his name, stood by, applauding her with admiration. "My formidable wife," Mr. Ford praised.
Cynthia Shannon replied, "Please mind your choice of words."
Mr. Ford half-closed his eyes, leaning elegantly against the bed, his movements bewitching. "With this token as evidence, do you still want to deny our bond?"

From Wedding Betrayal to Billionaire's Devotion

It wasn't until Cynthia's vision darkened that Tristan finally gasped for breath and let her go. The slightly cool fingertips gently stroked her red lips. "Looking at the stars, the moon, planning the future, discussing life philosophy—thinking we are the two closest people in the world?"


"Huh?" Cynthia couldn't quite follow Tristan's train of thought.


"Are you pretending to be confused with me?" Tristan raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.


However, Cynthia keenly sensed a hint of danger in his words. Blinking her eyes, she seemed to be contemplating how to give Tristan a satisfactory answer.


But Tristan didn't have that much patience. "Cynthia, I'm jealous."


Upon hearing this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Cynthia's eyes. She reached out, hooked her arm around the man's neck, and rubbed against his chest. "He's in the past tense; you are my present continuous."


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