After Thirty Years of a Fake Marriage, Why Regret It Now That I’m Your Ex?

In my previous life, I was "Mrs. Zhou" for thirty years before discovering my marriage certificate was fake.

My husband and his "sister-in-law" stole my research, and at the celebration banquet, I was pushed down the stairs and froze to death on a snowy night in the capital.

When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty-one, one month after registering my marriage to him.

This time, he begged me not to divorce him, his eyes red.

He said, "Xu Ying, who else could you possibly marry besides me?"

I smiled and brought out my real marriage certificate. "Let me introduce you. This is my husband, your uncle."

Later, the cancer drug I developed made headlines across the country, while he was ruined by an academic scandal.

I heard he spent every night sleepless, clutching the fake marriage certificate. Meanwhile, I was nestled in my uncle's arms as he whispered, "Yingying, this time, let me protect you."