Summary
Song Jinghan was a fickle playboy.
No one could have imagined that the person he would eventually marry would be someone like me.
A mediocre, ordinary, and utterly useless sycophant.
After our wedding, he played the part of a good husband for a symbolic year before his true nature resurfaced.
He became embroiled in scandals, returning home smelling of a different perfume every time.
Everyone assumed I had no choice but to forgive him and clean up his messes.
While cleaning up after Song Jinghan yet again, I lingered a moment longer to look at him.
He had a smirk on his face. “Didn’t you know exactly what kind of man I was before we got married?”
“If you can’t stand it, we can get a divorce. But then again, could you actually bear to leave me?”
I breathed a sigh of relief and tightened my grip on the divorce papers I had already drafted.
Song Jinghan was convinced that he was the ultimate prize I had been desperately chasing.
In reality, he couldn’t have been more wrong.