A pitiful abandoned wife kicked out for being unable to have a child * A money-making genius and utterly devoted husband
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After seven years of marriage, he finally got divorced.
Though the official reason was the ridiculous claim that he had failed to continue the family line by producing a son, everyone knew that the mistress his husband kept on the side couldn't wait to legitimize her pregnancy.
This time, I had nothing to do with it. I can absolutely guarantee that. I didn't secretly make that bastard husband of his infertile, nor did I place a "plant-extract, all-natural, ultra-low-frequency ultrasonic infrared graphene-silk emitter" beneath their apartment building to weaken his performance. That thing doesn't work at all.
All I did was persistently pray at eight hundred temples, begging two thousand six hundred and eight times, until at last I got to see him divorced!
From now on, thirty days until his remarriage. I will never let him leave my side again. Ever.
Liar, liar, pants on fire. I promise.
This was definitely the hardest he'd ever fallen. Seven years ago, he entered marriage because he believed in love. Seven years later, he was left with nothing because he trusted himself.
Seriously, had someone put a curse on his brain? How could he have done something so stupid?
When word got out that he'd fallen from the high platform, the flies who used to buzz endlessly around him gathered at the edge of the mire, baring their teeth as they mocked, taunted, and ridiculed him with fake concern.
What a racket.
How could they know he'd simply had the sudden urge to raise a puppy?
Theme: If I'm here, you'll be the second person in the world to love yourself.
