The Investor My Ex Begged Was Me

My ex mocked me for selling my 5-year-old son's paintings on the street after leaving him for his mistress. He thought I was broke. What he didn't know? My son's art is worth millions... and I'm the mysterious investor keeping his company alive. When he loses everything and begs for one last meeting, my little boy sits in the CEO's chair and smiles, "If you want Mommy to invest, apologize first."