The Years I Fought My Husband’s First Love for His Affection

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I love my husband, and my husband's first love loves him too. We often get jealous and fight over him, but then one day, I discovered that his first love had stopped loving him.

Just as I was congratulating myself, thinking I could finally kick him out of the house, his first love suddenly walked over and asked me very seriously, "If your husband and I both tried to steal you away, what chance would I have?"

I was horrified. Oh my god, would this person really say something like that just to steal my husband from me? How devious! I firmly refused him, but he not only refused to give up, he doubled down on his awful plan to torment me.

For example, I was eating when he suddenly put his hand on my thigh and stroked my leg through my thin pants.

Me: ?! He wants me to lose my grip on my chopsticks and embarrass myself in front of my husband, right?

Or, while my husband and I were talking about our studies, he came over with a beaming smile and said, "It's fine. Lili doesn't need to study. I'll give him my money to spend, too. All he needs to do is eat, drink, and have fun."

Me: ? Is he mocking me in front of everyone as an ignorant rich kid, just to show off how capable he is and how good he is at making money?

To get back at my scheming husband's first love, I pretended to be head over heels for him and went along with his confession. But that very night, I was kidnapped. When I opened my eyes again, I was locked in an unfamiliar room.

His first love pinned me beneath him, the cold edge of a knife against my throat. His voice was as gentle as water: "Baby, Lili, I love you too. No one will bother us this time. We can be together forever."

Me: Do... do you have to hold a knife for us to be together?

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Airheaded, scatterbrained, pretty-boy top x morally bankrupt, deranged, sweet-faced-and-black-hearted bottom

An unconventional enemies-to-lovers story. The husband in the blurb isn't purely a scumbag, and the bottom isn't a good person or anyone's first love. The top is airheaded and sees the people he cares about through rose-colored glasses. So when the bottom goes completely off the rails later on, the top won't stop him. He'll just stand there with starry eyes.

It's like the bottom grabs a knife and the top says, "Be careful, honey." The bottom locks the door and the top says, "Now we can have some alone time." But this isn't a sweet, feel-good story, so read with caution!

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