I was born tipsy, and my head is often a muddle.
Three years ago, in a daze, I brought home a handsome guy who'd gotten drunk.
When he woke up, he stared at me for a while, then suddenly said, "Let's get married."
I couldn't be bothered to think it over, so I nodded.
I spent three years as a wealthy heiress by marriage, swiping my card whenever I wanted and living wherever I pleased.
I'd just found out I was pregnant, and hadn't had a chance to tell him when he handed me a divorce agreement:
"I'm bankrupt. This is the last of my money. Take it and go."
Just then, several lines of comments suddenly floated before my eyes:
[Whoa! The male lead's first love is back in the country!]
[The male lead must be pretending to be bankrupt so he can dump the supporting female character and win back his first love!]
[The male lead got drunk back then because his first love was leaving the country. The supporting female character is just a substitute!]
Huh?
So I'm a substitute?
I nodded slowly. "Oh, then let's get divorced."
The light in his eyes went out in an instant.
Looking at him, I felt like there was something I'd forgotten to say.
Never mind. I'll say it when I remember.
Good🙂🙂🙂