Twenty Thousand a Month, and My Husband Never Comes Home

When my best friend envied me for earning “twenty thousand a month while my husband never comes home,” only I knew that my marriage had been a carefully planned scam from the very beginning. He gave me money, and I gave his male lover cover as a “proper wife.” Later, I made myself a queen in this loveless marriage, but he came back with red-rimmed eyes, asking if I could give him another chance. I smiled and held up my bank card. “Renew, sir? My time is very expensive now.”