Other people farm to get rich. I farm to keep a man.
Along the way, I find a “sickly invalid” unconscious and bring him home. I feed him, wash him, and tell him stories every day, starting my life of raising a pampered husband.
Then one day, a group of men in black show up and kneel in front of him in unison, calling him “Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”
The hoe in my hand clatters to the ground.
He takes my hand and smiles innocently. “Wife, I think I... forgot to mention one little thing.”
Me: That thing you forgot to mention sounds pretty huge!
Weren't we supposed to farm together? Instead, you secretly made a fortune!
