My Husband's White Moonlight Wants Me Dead

I was Xie Wuwang’s stand-in for three years.

The day his one true love came back, I quietly packed my things.

After all, for those three years, he’d called someone else’s name in his sleep.

But when I reached the door, Xie Wuwang grabbed me with red-rimmed eyes. “You’re not leaving.”

I lowered my head and pried his fingers loose. “A stand-in should know their place.”

Later, I married a poor scholar.

Xie Wuwang came to our door with a sword in hand and asked hoarsely, “What do you love about him?”

“I love that he never calls me the wrong name when he holds me at night.”