The White Moonlight Only Wants to Make Money

On our wedding night, I found out that I was actually a substitute for my husband's one true love.

Furious, I went to confront him, but he simply handed me a card and said, his thin lips parting, “Two million a month. Is that enough?”

I was stunned! How did he know he could buy me off?

I took the card with a beaming smile. “Now, what kind of thing is that to say? This isn't about money. I just can't bear to see you suffer from lovesickness!”

From then on, I stayed inside every day, afraid the domineering CEO would think I was trying to run away.

Then his one true love returned from abroad. After I had thoroughly enjoyed my time with him, I really did run away.