Summary
The second male lead I had raised since childhood was involved in a car accident.
Afterward, he was reset into the ruthless villain he was originally written to be.
By then, we had already been married for five years.
Only yesterday, he was still saying, “I love eating my wife’s leftovers.”
Now, he looked at me with cold mockery, the burning passion in his eyes completely extinguished.
“Well, if it isn’t so-and-so’s little lapdog,” he sneered. “What’s the matter? Decided to crawl into my bed instead?”