To pay for my family's medical bills, I signed an agreement and married my aloof, powerful boss.
Rumor had it he was cold and heartless, and had no interest in women.
But after we married, he spoiled me rotten.
“If you like this stretch of ocean, I'll buy the island.”
“Who dares upset my wife? How about a little ‘the weather turns cold, the king goes bankrupt’ treatment?”
I was lost in the sweet trap he had woven for me, until I happened to open the diary in his study.
There was only one sentence inside: “I have three months left to live. I have to give her the best of everything in the world.”
So all his devotion was a final love song at the end of his life!
No! I refuse to let fate have its way. No one is taking him from me!
