At the beginning, I was married to a billionaire CEO, but my mission was to kill him.
On the first day of marriage, he drank the [Cyanide Coffee] in one gulp and asked me to add more sugar next time.
The next day, [the brakes failed] and he "died" on the cliff. However, he came home on time for dinner in the evening and gently wiped the engine oil off my hands.
I gradually collapsed. What kind of monster is this man?
Later I found out that he had an [immortal physique] and had already understood all the secrets why I was [forced] to kill him.
Not only was he not angry, but he thought my blushing and guilty look was cute, and he even started to actively create opportunities to be "killed."
Even the [old housekeeper] at home couldn't help complaining: "Sir, madam is killing you again!"
But he smiled like a fool in love: "Well, she is also very energetic today."
I killed him a thousand times, but he treated me like my first love.
In this murder game, who is the real prey?
