“It must’ve been hard, playing the role of a husband to a woman you hate.”
Having ended her unrequited love of ten years in death, Ovlia regressed to her newlywed days. If only she’d gone back in time to before her marriage, she would never have married him. Knowing how her unrequited love would end, she decided to let him go this time.
“Just pretend to love me for a year. We’ll divorce once the year’s up.”
A year had passed after she’d promised to divorce him, who loves another woman. After making all the preparations, Ovlia sent her husband the divorce papers……
“It’s not an illness, Ma’am, you’re pregnant.”
Ovlia, who’d visited the hospital after weeks of continued nausea and discomfort, placed her hands on her still flat stomach.
It was her ex-husband’s child.
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“You wanted to divorce me just so you could live in this hovel?”
Leonhardt gripped Ovlia’s wrist tightly as she tried pull away.
“I see you even had a child in the meantime. Lucky for you, it has your hair colour.”
