On my wedding night, I learned that I was living in a palace-intrigue novel, and my husband was the woman lead's unattainable beloved. He would die for her, and his family would naturally be wiped out along with him. As the hapless cannon-fodder wife of her beloved, I could imagine what fate had in store for me. So while the woman lead and my husband carried on behind my back, I kept my head down and helped him dodge open attacks and hidden traps. Whenever they exchanged meaningful glances and left things unsaid, I stood nearby as a harmless chaperone.
At last, I couldn't take it anymore. Let's get a divorce! Whoever wants to be this sucker can have the job!
