It was addressed to his ex-wife, Emily Carter, the woman who had once loved him when he was nothing.

Years ago, Emily had worked double shifts as a waitress, skipped meals, and pawned her jewelry to help Daniel start his company. But once success came, love disappeared. Daniel called her “ordinary,” accused her of holding him back, and left her with nothing but debts and heartbreak.

Now, as he stood among the elite, he smirked to himself. “Let her see what she lost,” he muttered. “Let her regret ever thinking she belonged in my world.”

Inside the ballroom, photographers snapped pictures of crystal chandeliers and champagne towers. Guests whispered about Daniel’s success and Sophia’s beauty. Everything was perfect—until the sound of an engine outside made heads turn.

A sleek black limousine rolled up to the entrance. The chauffeur stepped out and opened the