Everyone-loves-them / love rivals / blurb screenshot from 24.5.30
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Blurb one:
Illumi's proposal was accepted.
The good news: His wife is beautiful and sweet-voiced, and she's his first love. They've only held hands so far, but he believes there'll be a chance to kiss sooner or later.
The bad news: His wife always wants to be a widow.
The worse news: A few other people also want his wife to be a widow...
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Blurb two:
That year, I met the man who's now my husband. He said he was tired and didn't want to become a permanent fixture in the future matchmaking scene. He threatened me with his bank card and said he wanted a cold, contractual marriage with me.
The kind with no substance behind it.
I'm most afraid of threats, so I could only look at the one trillion Jenny on the card and tremble as I agreed.
Married life was very dull. At least there was a house, a car, a dog, and a maid. My workaholic husband often didn't come home, and when he did, all he ever did was toss me a pile of cold gifts.
When he asked what I wanted for my birthday, I looked at my task in Beautiful Widow Simulator and told him I wanted to be a rich widow.
My husband said fine. A few days later, I walked away sadly with his one-trillion-Jenny inheritance.
Ah, it turned out he was actually quite nice.
After the divorce, I cried for three days, but still couldn't decide how to spend that trillion Jenny. A Border Collie with a bandage around its forehead came over to comfort me. It said it would take care of me in place of my dead husband. I was still in low spirits, so it added that it had already transferred two trillion Jenny into my account.
I cheered up and decided that, really, living a good life was more important than anything else.
Just then, my maid, who always wore makeup with starry eyes and tears painted on, came over too. This time he had taken the makeup off. He slapped a card down on the table and said, "There's three trillion Jenny in here. How about letting me join you?"
I hesitated.
That night, my husband cornered me against the wall. He had turned into a ghost, his black cat-like eyes fixed on me. "...What's this about being a widow? Ximeier, I was only gone home for a little while, and you went around telling everyone I was dead?"
I looked at the Border Collie and the maid behind him, then secretly deleted the messages that Yamato Nadeshiko and Sister-in-Law Literature had just sent me.
Theme: Believe in true love
