My ex-husband invited me to his wedding to humiliate me, but the ceremony froze when I stepped out of a Rolls-Royce with our twins.
My name is Liza. Five years ago, my husband Marco threw me out of our house. I will never forget what he said while I was crying at his feet: You are worthless as a wife, Liza! You are poor and, on top of that, you cannot even give me children!
You are a burden in my life! I am leaving. I am going to find a rich woman who can take care of me! He left me in a tiny empty apartment with nothing.
What he did not know was that that same night… the pregnancy test in my shaking hands came back positive. I was pregnant. And not with one baby… but with twins. Time passed, and pain turned into determination. I used the only thing no one could take from me: my talent for cooking.
I started selling food on the street, then opened a small restaurant, and little by little it grew into a restaurant chain known across the country. Today, I am a millionaire.
But I stayed humble. No one knows about my fortune except my family. Then one day, an invitation arrived. It was from Marco.
