You Save Yourself for Your Ex, While I Marry a Tycoon and Spend Every Night in Bliss

My husband's ex-girlfriend is back! He brought her into our home, told our daughter to call her Mommy, and kissed her fiercely at night. When we were alone, she taunted me. “How does it feel to live like a widow for five years?” That was when I realized that the five years I'd devoted to him had all been a joke. -- After my divorce, my boss started pursuing me. “A marriage of convenience to deal with the elders. I'll give you five million a month and won't interfere with your freedom.” My boss might have a cold expression, but five million a month was hard to turn down. Then, on our wedding night, the abstinent big shot turned into a domineering wolf king, biting and ravishing me all night long. I clutched my aching back and yelled, “Didn't we agree you wouldn't interfere with my freedom?” He grinned roguishly and gave me a massage. “But I never said we wouldn't fulfill our marital duties.” Only later did I learn that what I thought was a passing fancy had actually been his plan all along.