My Future Family Wanted Me Gone
After the college entrance exams ended, I got drunk, pinned the school genius against the wall, and confessed to him.
When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow jumped ten years into the future.
Not only was I married to the guy I once had a crush on, we even had a son together.
A seven-year anniversary cake sat on the table, and my heart nearly burst with happiness.
Then my son tricked me into a dark storage room.
"Today is Mandy's birthday! I won't let you bother Dad!"
"I'm protecting Dad and Mandy's happiness!"
Separated by a single wall, I suddenly realized something.
My husband did not love me.
And neither did my son.
By the time the servants finally let me out, I beat my son so hard he burst into tears.
"You evil woman! How dare you hit me! I'm telling Dad to divorce you!"
I locked him back inside the room and let out a cold laugh.
"Fine. Divorce it is.
"Who says I care about either of you?"