The Billionaire's Broken BrideChapter 1 Rainy Reunion

Six years after my divorce, I ran into Paul Gilbert on a rainy street corner.

The contrast was brutal. He stepped out of a luxury sedan, shielded by an umbrella, draped in a bespoke overcoat. I stood in the downpour in a grease-stained apron, clutching soggy flyers for a dumpling shop.

His gaze swept over me—cold, mocking.

"This is what you've been reduced to since leaving me?"

I forced a professional smile. "We have fresh dumplings and noodles. Would you like to order?"

He scoffed. "This is your retribution, Serena. After everything you did, do you finally regret it?"

My knuckles whitened around my apron.

Regret? Of course. But not for the reasons he believed.

My only regret was my youth—pestering our families until they agreed to our engagement. That was the mistake that ruined everything.

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Inside the cramped shop, Paul ordered dumplings. His dark eyes tracked my every move.

I ignored him. Wiped tables. Swept floors. Hauled trash.

Six years had transformed me. No longer the pampered Whitmore heiress. No longer the lofty Mrs. Gilbert. Survival had taught me humility.

"How much does she earn here?" Paul asked the owner.