After Pretending to Be My Husband's Lover to Send Him a Message

Bai Zhuo divorced the husband she'd been married to for ten years.

They had grown sick of each other.

Xie Chen often volunteered to go to war. Taciturn and cold, he rarely came home. Bai Zhuo had given her heart to someone else: her gentle, affectionate cousin. Though the Duke's mansion was extravagant and powerful, Bai Zhuo resolutely chose the cousin she'd once loved.

But that cousin was a demon in human form.

He didn't just drain her family of her dowry. He also shackled her, turning everyone against her and forcing her to live as a servant. And yet she couldn't escape.

As she lay dying, Bai Zhuo remembered the only tender moment she had shared with Xie Chen: the two cups of wine the Empress Dowager had bestowed upon them.

The wine had naturally made them husband and wife, and it had also led Bai Zhuo to discover, in an oblique way, Xie Chen's secret obsession with that sort of thing.

When she awoke again, she was back in the aftermath of that wild night.

Xie Chen said nothing as he straightened his disheveled clothes. Then he said coldly,