My name is Monday, I was born on Monday, and my si is on Monday.
My name is Monday, we met on Monday and ended on Monday.
My story is not long, but it is full of you. I have been pestering you since the first time I saw you, and I told you that I like you. At that time, I was fourteen years old. You have someone you like, and I try my best to break you up, but you yell at me and call me selfish. I'm not angry, I just told you that I like you. Later, I had an accident and you got married while I was in a coma. How could I allow it, so I resorted to tricks to cause you to misunderstand her. You got divorced and you got drunk at the bar. I was watching you. When you were drunk and unconscious, I took you to the hotel and we had sex. I lied to you and said I was pregnant and you married me. I knew the man I was attracted to was very responsible...
I was sick and it couldn't be cured. I thought I should let it go, so I told you, "Let's get a divorce next Monday."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
