The Playboy’s True Love

Volume One: The Five-Year Itch Marriage is like a thin membrane, ready to burst at the slightest touch. Her beautiful eyes stared blankly at the handsome face before her. Her husband, the person she loved more than anyone in the world, had betrayed her. The color drained from her face. A dark chill spread through her chest, and it felt as if a heavy cloth had been laid over her heart. Her heart broke, and with every passing moment, it grew colder. She stared at the text message flashing on her phone screen. That phone number turned her heart into a wasteland. Miserable tears fell heavily from the corners of her eyes. So it was her, her very best friend in the world. Volume Two: Divorce “So you want a divorce!” she said, staring in despair at his expressionless, handsome face. “Ten million.” The words slipped from her red lips, one by one. “What a vain, materialistic woman,” the man said with a cold smile, his words dripping with scorn. “ Volume Two: A Glorious Transformation Three years later The woman emerged from her cocoon and was reborn. “How have you been, my ex-husband?” “You...” The man's handsome smile froze on his lips as he looked at the woman, transformed beyond recognition. A trace of bitterness crossed his eyes. Volume One At a magnificent, grand, unprecedented international wedding, the bride ran off with another man. Consumed by love turned to hate, the man unleashed his most ruthless revenge. He pursued the woman's younger sister and cruelly forced her to take her sister's place, making her an instrument of his revenge. With her mother's enormous medical bills to pay, she had no choice... He married her not out of love, but because her sister had betrayed him. A man who stood above others and could command the business world could not bear to be betrayed. It was as if a knife had slashed through his heart. She married him because she loved him. Volume Two A demon lived inside him, and betrayal weighed on him like a heavy cross. He drove her sister to the end of her rope, and she returned, worn down by hardship. He pushed her into despair, and all she could do was clutch the thin slip of paper bearing a name, branded into her fingertip. She watched the traffic pass along the street, her eyes vacant and bewildered, desolate and heartbroken. The instant her heart's door slowly closed, the marriage of revenge came to an end, and her heart sank into an icy abyss.