Mr. President, Let's Get a Divorce

When she was ten, she swayed her two braided pigtails and told him, “When I grow up, I’m going to be president!”

“You can’t be president, but you can be the president’s wife.”

He gazed at her tenderly, his youthful eyes filled with a devotion that seemed ready to give her the whole world.

At thirty-three, military secrets were leaked. She was jailed for treason, and his signature was on the death warrant.

Only before she died did she understand: his devotion had been a lie, while power and status were what he truly wanted.

Love? It’s a ghost in this world. Plenty of people talk about it, but few have ever seen it.

Reborn at twenty, she opened her eyes and vowed aloud, “I’m going to be president!”

“But, Madam… your husband is already the president.”

“…” She was stunned for just a second, then said viciously, “Then I’ll get rid of him first, and become president myself!”

A man gently pushed open the half-closed door and chuckled softly. “Did I hear that right, Madam? You want to… get rid of me?”

[One-on-one romance, both leads are virgins, childhood sweethearts, sweet and angsty, rebirth]