I Married Into Old Money
I had always been a little dizzy by nature. My head was often muddled.
Three years ago, in that same haze, I picked up a drunk woman and brought her home.
She woke up and stared at me for a while before suddenly saying, “Let’s get married.”
I did not think much about it. I just nodded and thus became the rich husband of a powerful family. They gave me a credit card that I could use however I liked, and I could live in a luxury house without any limits.
We had a son, but alas, he was kidnapped. It took me two years, but I managed to find him again. I was about to tell my wife when she handed me a divorce agreement.
“I’m bankrupt. This is my last sum of money. Take it and leave.”
At that moment, a few chat messages suddenly appeared in front of me.
[Wow! The female lead’s crush, the male lead, has returned to the country!]
[She is probably pretending to be bankrupt. She wants to get rid of the male supporting character to go back to the male lead!]
[She got drunk back then because the male lead left. The male supporting character was just a stand-in!]
What?
So I was a replacement?
I nodded slowly. “Oh. Then let’s get a divorce.”
The light in her eyes went out at once.
I looked at her and felt that I had forgotten to say something.
Whatever. I would say it when I remembered.