Natalie Weston had been married into a wealthy family for three years when her identity as a fake heiress was suddenly exposed.

Her mother-in-law immediately pressured her to divorce, eager to transfer the marriage arrangement to the real heiress.

Anxious and uncertain, Natalie went to seek her husband's opinion.

To her shock, he responded with icy indifference, "It makes no difference to me whom I marry."

Heartbroken and disillusioned, she signed the divorce papers without another word.

A week later, a fleet of over a dozen helicopters descended from the sky, landing right in front of Natalie.

Out stepped three young men—the heirs of the world's wealthiest families—their faces alight with emotion as they exclaimed,

"Little sister, we've been searching for you for twenty long years!"

——

"Two months away on business, and you only manage once? Are you sure there's nothing wrong with you?"

Dawn had barely broken, the air still thick with the lingering heat of their passion. Natalie lay sprawled across the bed, her body trembling faintly, her skin glistening with sweat.

Even in her exhausted state, she couldn't resist teasing the man beside her.

Graham Larkin had been about to head for the shower but froze at her words.

He gripped her chin, his voice rough and low as he challenged, "Oh? Didn’t I satisfy you just now?"

"Honestly, you've spoiled me. If you're really struggling, you should see a doctor—no need to be embarrassed..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man roughly silenced her with a kiss.

Graham Larkin had never been one for restraint, and now, provoked by her words, he was downright ruthless.

"Natalie Weston," he growled between heated breaths, "I'll show you exactly how 'capable' I can be."

Natalie arched into him willingly. She knew this man too well—he thrived on her boldness.

Though he didn't love her, in moments like these, he made her feel cherished. Not that Natalie minded.

Two years into their marriage, she was patient. She believed, one day, she'd thaw his icy heart.

Her dream? To build a family with him.

Clutching his broad shoulders, she lost herself in the thought.

By the time they finished, the clock had struck four in the afternoon.

Graham had proven—with undeniable vigor—that not only was there nothing wrong with him, but his stamina was, in fact, extraordinary.

Fresh from the shower, he dressed in his usual crisp shirt and tailored trousers.

Blessed with striking features and a towering frame, even the simplest clothes looked impeccable on him.

Broad shoulders, a tapered waist, and legs that seemed endless—his proportions were flawless. Paired with that unfairly handsome face, he was nothing short of heaven's favorite.

His mesmerizing phoenix eyes tilted slightly upward, their depths brimming with emotion, his entire demeanor exuding the air of an aristocratic young master.

As he leisurely buttoned up his shirt, his phone suddenly rang.

Graham Larkin freed a hand to answer the call.

After listening to the voice on the other end, his expression visibly froze.

Setting the phone down, his deep, penetrating gaze locked onto Natalie Weston.

Natalie, barely able to keep her eyes open from exhaustion, forced herself to stay alert and asked, "What's wrong? Who was it?"

Graham replied in an eerily calm tone, "My mother. She said you're not the Westons' biological daughter? That you and John Weston share no blood relation? And that the real heiress has already been found?"

Natalie's heart plummeted, jolting her wide awake.

A month ago, during her father's routine medical checkup, they had accidentally discovered a blood type mismatch.

The Westons immediately launched a nationwide search, and two weeks later, they finally located the true heiress—Sophie Weston.

On the day of the family reunion, the Westons threw a lavish banquet. But then Sophie fell into the pool and outright accused Natalie of pushing her.

Just like that, Natalie was saddled with the false accusation of "attempted murder" and cast out by the Weston family.

Graham had been away on business for the past two months and had only returned tonight, completely unaware of everything that had happened.

Natalie had planned to explain things to him when the time was right, but her mother-in-law, Margaret Rowland, had beaten her to it.

Clutching the bedsheet nervously, Natalie nodded. "It's true. What did your mother say?"

Graham Larkin's expression was indifferent, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "What she means is that this marriage was arranged between the Li and Wen families. Now that the real heiress has returned, the engagement should naturally be restored to its rightful owner."

The subtext couldn't have been clearer.

—He wanted her to return this marriage to Sophie Weston.

Natalie Weston’s face darkened as she listened.

No one could have anticipated the revelation about the fake heiress.

She and Graham had already been married for two years—could their marriage really be overturned just like that?

Still, more than her mother-in-law Margaret Rowland’s stance, Natalie cared about Graham’s own thoughts.

"What about you?" she asked, her fingers unconsciously twisting together, a flicker of hope in her heart. "How do you feel about this?"

Over the past two years, she had prided herself on being the perfect housewife.

She had personally attended to his every need—his meals, his daily routines.

She had taken care of him meticulously.

She had thought that even if Graham didn’t love her, at least he might have developed some small affection for her.

But the man’s next words struck her like a hammer, shattering her completely.

"No strong feelings either way. It’s just an engagement. Whoever it’s with makes little difference to me..." He adjusted his cuff, glancing at his watch. "I have a flight tonight for a business trip in the neighboring city. I should get going."

With that, he grabbed his suit jacket and walked out without so much as a backward glance.

*Click—*

The soft sound of the door closing felt like a slap in the silence.

Natalie Weston struggled to breathe.

It was as if someone had plunged a knife into her heart, the pain so sharp it stole her breath.

His words echoed relentlessly in her mind.

*It doesn’t really matter who it is…*

So… anyone would do?

Of course.

To Graham Larkin, marriage was nothing more than an optional accessory.

She had been naive, believing she could melt his icy heart.

Only now did Natalie truly see the depth of his indifference.

His heart would never warm to her—not in this lifetime.

Less than an hour after Graham left, her mother-in-law, Margaret Rowland, stormed in, brandishing divorce papers like a weapon.

She slammed the documents onto the table and sneered, "Two years in this house, and not even a single child to show for it—and now we find out you’re a fraud! I always said you didn’t have the look of good fortune, and I was right. But a murky background is one thing—*attempted murder*? What kind of monster tries to kill her own husband? Sign these papers and get out of my son’s life!"

Natalie Weston's heart had already turned to ice, and now being blindsided by this divorce agreement left her utterly speechless.

It took her a long moment to regain her composure before she finally managed to ask, "Is this his decision... or yours?"

Margaret Rowland sneered, "It's mine—and his! Someone like you was never fit to be part of the Li family in the first place. Once the divorce is finalized, A-Chuan will marry Zhiqing next month. She’s the only one worthy of being my daughter-in-law!"

A sharp pang shot through Natalie’s chest.

Was he really in such a hurry?

She hadn’t even boarded the plane yet, and the divorce papers were already shoved in her face.

Biting back tears, Natalie flipped open the agreement. The words "leave with nothing" glared up at her, stinging her eyes.

How ironic. Even a housemaid got paid these days.

Yet after two years as Mrs. Li, she wasn’t entitled to a single cent.

Natalie couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at the absurdity.

Noticing her expression, Margaret scoffed, "What more do you want? If not for that identity mix-up, you’d never have enjoyed two years of luxury as Mrs. Li. Take what you’re given and be grateful. Don’t push your luck. Sign it now, unless you’d rather I force your hand..."

Natalie’s throat tightened. Without another word, she picked up the pen and signed her name.

She thought that would finally satisfy Margaret.

But the woman wasn’t done. "One more thing," she snapped. "Hand over your wedding ring. That African blue diamond cost tens of millions—custom-made by a world-renowned designer. It’s wasted on you. And don’t forget the matching necklace. You’ll return the entire set!"

Natalie Weston's face was icy as she replied, "They're all in the safe. I never wore them."

She had only put them on once—on her wedding day—and never touched them again.

Margaret Rowland sneered, her expression dripping with disdain. "At least you know your place! Don't even think about taking anything from the Li family!"

"Don't worry," Natalie said, her stomach churning with disgust. "I won't take a single thing that doesn't belong to me."

People, possessions—none of it had ever truly been hers to begin with.

Satisfied at last, Margaret barked orders to have Natalie's belongings packed and promptly threw her out of the Li family estate.

...

One week later.

A convoy of sleek Bentleys roared down the highway from the capital toward Haicheng.

Meanwhile, in the skies above, over a dozen helicopters streaked toward Haicheng Airport.

Inside the luxurious cars and helicopters sat three strikingly handsome men, their noble bearing unmistakable.

Each of them wore barely contained excitement.

After twenty long years, they had finally found their sister.