The Billionaire's Obsession: I'm No Longer Her Shadow

In my previous life, I transformed myself to look like my husband's first love.

Betting eight years of my youth to be the shadow behind him. Using the Jules family's power to help him rise from nothing to fame and fortune.

But eight years later—now successful and wealthy—he committed suicide by carbon monoxide in his car.

With nothing left to live for, I jumped from a building to follow him.

When our son was sorting through his belongings, he discovered a suicide note.

"Fiona, if there is a next life, I never want to meet you again."

"Since I cannot give Nova a home, let me bury our love on her wedding day."

"Scatter my ashes into the ocean. I want to go to Nova's favorite place."

Looking at that letter, I realized my eight years of deep love was nothing but a joke.

In this reborn life, I chose to let go.

But Cullen went crazy. Kneeling outside my building all night. Eyes red from grief.

"Fiona, can we not break up?"

Seeing me watching Cullen kneeling in the rain for so long, Father sighed. "If you can't bear to part with him, why did you agree to the marriage alliance with the Hawkins family?"

I turn around. My gaze falling on the already exchanged marriage certificate. My mind involuntarily recalls those years when I was married to Cullen.

Back then, to temper Cullen, my father only gave us 300,000 to start our business.

I worked day and night calling in favors. Negotiated business deals until I had stomach bleeding. Attributed all achievements to Cullen.

Eight years of effort. I helped him become this city's most renowned entrepreneur. But in the end, he attempted suicide by carbon monoxide for his foster sister Nova. With no regard for me whatsoever.

Since that's the case, I'll fulfill his wish. Let him give Nova a home!

"Father, since I've made my decision, I won't go back on it. Don't tell others about this matter yet. I want to quietly spend my remaining days in the Jules Family."

"Have the lawyer draft a property transfer agreement for me. I want to take back what rightfully belongs to me from him."

I hope he won't regret it without my support.

I grabbed an umbrella. Went downstairs. Handing it to Cullen.

"You should go now. There's no possibility for us anymore."

He grabbed my hand. Eyes bloodshot. Voice hoarse. "Fiona, don't go too far. I've already apologized."

I looked down at him. In my previous life, I would've compromised because of these words. Starting to panic. Try to comfort him.

But what my compromise brought was the news that he and Nova had slept together that very night.

At this moment, Nova suddenly rushed out. Without a word, knelt in front of me crying. But secretly pinching me hard.

"Sister, you're really misunderstanding Cullen. We're really just friends. How can you make him beg you like this? How will he face others in the future?"

I was filled with mockery inside. From childhood, I'd treated this adopted sister with the utmost care. Yet she always tried to one-up me in everything.

The pain in my leg made me reflexively kick her. She deliberately fell down. Looking at Cullen with tears in her eyes. Appearing wronged.