Summary
After realizing that my boyfriend was destined to fall in love with the heroine and abandon me, I decided to strike first. When he was supposed to have a one-night stand with the heroine after being drugged, I got there ahead of her.
Afterwards, I put on a dramatic show of catching him in the act.
“Let’s break up. I don’t want a man who’s been tainted.”
He was like a heartbroken puppy, desperately scrubbing himself raw.
Four years later, I heard he was going to marry the heroine. I thought the story had run its course.
So I showed up again and started meeting with the marriage partner arranged by my family.
But that very night, he locked me up.
He stripped off his clothes piece by piece, sickly and obsessively begging in a humble way.
“Baby, look at me. I’ve been washing myself for years. I’m not dirty anymore.”