My Husband Always Thinks My Heart Belongs to Someone Else

Xie Shao felt like there was something wrong with her adolescence. She’d dreamed that she was on an ancient battlefield, a god of slaughter reborn, cutting down her enemies one by one. Even after she woke up, the sticky feeling lingered on her palms. She scrambled out of bed and retched. She’d always loved meat, but afterward she ate nothing but vegetarian food for half a year, frightening her parents so badly that they took her to the hospital for checkups several times. The dream was a whole series. She went to school by day and became a great general in her dreams at night. It went on for years. The split life made her think she was either mentally ill or the chosen one. Since she believed in science, she thought the former was more likely. It turned out to be the latter. After an accident, she transmigrated. Not into the great general from her dreams, but into a young woman who was suddenly forced into marriage after a banquet. Her family showed no joy at all. They spoke of the marriage like it was a funeral. Female guards stood watch outside the doors and windows, and all the sharp objects in the room had been put away. Xie Shao, who had received none of the original owner’s memories: “...” This looked pretty bad. * Duan Wen had lost both his parents. To stay alive, he went to war. All he heard were the enemy’s curses and insults, their howls and cries of pain. But one day, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind, gentle and sweet. Several times, he was gravely wounded and lost consciousness, only to wake and find his wounds bandaged. One day, the voice vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. Later, he became a powerful minister who commanded a great army and ruled over his own territory. On one trip to the capital for a banquet, he heard a very familiar voice say, “I’m sorry. Are you all right?” Duan Wen responded as if nothing were amiss, but as they passed each other, he smiled, baring his gleaming white teeth. There you are. A noble family of distinguished lineage, a highborn young lady, and a childhood sweetheart of equal status: these were people the old him could never have reached, even if he’d tried. But so what? He had always taken what he wanted. [A rebel who thinks he’s taking his beloved by force x a fake noblewoman who has no memories of the original owner, keeps panicking, then decides to lie flat and be a lazy fish] 1. The male lead really is a calculating, obsessive lunatic. 2. Set in a very imaginary world. The plot exists entirely to serve the melodrama. 3. No biological children, but they do adopt a son. 4. Short story, under 200,000 characters, so it goes paid starting at 60,000 characters. (P.S. This is a forced-romance story, so don’t click in if you don’t like that kind of thing!) Theme: Love can cross the barriers of time and class.