My Ex-Wife Begs Me to Stop My Revenge

Three years ago, the day my dad jumped to his death, I knelt in the pouring rain, begging my ex-wife, Amanda.

She was the only one who could prove my dad hadn't cooked the books.

She refused.

The next day, my dad leaped from the rooftop.

His dying wish was for me not to blame Amanda.

So I truly didn't blame her.

Instead, I spent three years leaving this city behind, building a fortune from scratch, and becoming a billionaire.

Three years later, we crossed paths at a high-profile charity gala.

With tears brimming in her red-rimmed eyes, Amanda asked me, "Silas, do you still hate me?"