After the ex wife left, Daughter took me to the rich

I was the best divorce lawyer in Manhattan. Then I married one. He took my money, my reputation, and my career. But he forgot one thing: I know every trick in the book. And I'm not the only one he screwed over.

I walked down the aisle in a designer gown. Three days later, I found the hidden clause in the prenuptial agreement that would have wiped me out. They thought I was just a pretty face with a follower count. Big mistake.

For ten years, I played the perfect housewife—no last name, no family name, just "Mrs. Varga." Then our tenth anniversary came, and I found the transfer records. Six million dollars to his pregnant mistress. So I took off the wedding ring and put on the black-gold signet ring of the Moretti family. Let the war begin.

In the womb, she stole her younger brother’s fate—not his heartbeat, but their parents’ love. At seven, she died on the snowy night her mother was cast out of the house. When she opened her eyes again, she was five years in the past, clutching a note: 【January 3, 2025: Father brings his new lover home. Mother drinks the "tonic" and goes mad.】 And another line: 【Overseas account balance: 5,876,320.41 yuan.】 This time, I won’t fight for affection, beg for justice, or wait for anyone to see the truth. I’ll make them kneel and hand me the throne themselves. On the night of the New Year’s banquet, crystal chandeliers glittered over a table of gold and jade. My father held his mistress close and smiled: “From now on, our family is finally complete.” I raised my glass, lips curling into a gentle smile. “Dad, I wish you and your ‘true love’ eternal happiness.” Then I tapped the play button on my phone. The surveillance footage of my mother being dragged from the courtyard exploded across the grand hall’s screen. Followed by records of my father’s three-hundred-million yuan transfer to his mistress, the forged notarized will, and then—his own voice: “Good riddance to that good-for-nothing girl. Her death saves us the trouble.” Silence swallowed the room. I stood, my dress sweeping past an overturned soup bowl, and walked slowly to my mother. I took her trembling hand into mine. “Mom,” I said, soft but clear enough to cut through the entire hall, “now it’s our turn to go home.” My father shot to his feet. “Who are you?!” At last, I turned and smiled. “Who do you think? Your daughter—the one who was supposed to stay dead.” The spotlight hit my face like a long-overdue coronation. And the storm? It had only just begun.

Trevor James, the crown prince of the James Dynasty which existed a millennium ago, unexpectedly transmigrates into the body of a six-year-old boy in the modern James family after a drunken mishap. Struggling with modern life and the James family's complex power struggles, he faces scheming uncles, jealous cousins, and hidden agendas. Using his ancient court wisdom, strategic brilliance, and courage beyond his age, he navigates each crisis. He cleverly balances factions, masking his brilliance behind a child's guise. Ultimately, he secures his place and wins the unwavering support of family matriarch Grandmother Brianna Cooper through his sharp insight and childlike innocence.

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