One day, a friend as close as a sister confessed that she was pregnant with her husband’s child.
“Congratulate me, Ariana.”
A friend who, instead of feeling guilty, brazenly expected blessings.
“Don’t talk nonsense. Do you think divorce is even an option?”
A husband who had the audacity to act shamelessly, despite becoming an Earl by marrying into her family.
It was a political marriage to resolve her family’s debts, but she had worked so hard to make their marriage work…
‘There’s nothing to think about—divorce is the only answer.’
The problem was their marriage contract. If she filed for divorce first, the penalty fee would be a staggering 500 billion!
Her father had poured every last penny into preventing the outflow of cultural assets, leaving her with only one inheritance—an eye for recognizing beauty.
At this point, an utterly ingenious divorce strategy was necessary!
“Just wait, Rowen. You’ll fall in a way your pathetic imagination could never foresee.”
