When I saw a strange man on my bed, I didn't scream and blame him, but I thought about whether I could afford the overnight fee. . .
When I married that wealthy stranger whom I spent the night with, I thought that I would be able to live comfortably, live happily, and get drunk, but I was worried that he was not some perverted sadist and that he would die young. . .
When I saw my tycoon husband's ex-girlfriend and childhood sweetheart, I was not thinking about how to defend my rightful position. I was thinking about whether the plot in the TV series would happen and how much money she would give me. . .
When I was successfully pregnant with the child of my wealthy husband, what I was thinking about was not that the poor mother and the child would become rich in one step, but what would happen if the child was not awarded to me after divorce. To have a child or not to have one was the question. . .
When I successfully lived a convincing and happy life with my wealthy husband, it turned out that my dream could really come true.
When I woke up in bed again and found that it was all a dream, and when I found my rich husband lying next to me as if in a dream, could I please, it's still looping? . .