When I was eighteen years old, because I couldn't afford my father's high medical expenses, I accepted the red envelope from someone asking for help in a secret marriage. Since then, a handsome husband who was invisible to others appeared beside me. When I was twenty-two years old, I had been married for four years. During these four years, I lived in harmony with my unexpected husband. However, when I went home for the New Year, I angered the village head and his family, who beat my husband to death. When I woke up, I was told that I had only been in a coma for four years. I had never had a husband, let alone a secret marriage. In the cemetery, I stood in front of the cold tombstone, looking at the very familiar face in the photo, and finally shed tears...
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This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
