After I Petitioned for a Divorce, the Princess Became a Nun

On the night I married the Grand Princess, her one true love died. She hated me and trampled on my sincere feelings. She bought a substitute out of a brothel and lived with him, sharing meals and a home as if they were a real married couple. During a hunt, enemy assassins tied me and the substitute to the edge of a cliff and forced her to choose between us. My beloved wife didn’t hesitate. She turned away and left with the substitute. As for me, I was dragged to an enemy military camp and made into a horse slave, abused for the soldiers’ amusement. Later, I petitioned for a divorce. The once lofty Grand Princess begged me frantically to love her one more time. What a joke. Who would fall in love with someone who personally pushed them into hell?