Cursed but Victorious: Making the Playboy Cry

When Mark married me, he didn't spend a dime, and all our neighbors praised me for being such a good wife.

Little did I know, in the first year of our marriage, he was already keeping a college student mistress. The day I gave birth, he was still fooling around with the company’s receptionist.

When our daughter turned six, he told me, "Clara, we're not a good match. Let's get a divorce."

I barely managed to suppress the smirk threatening to break free, and without a second's hesitation, I agreed, "Okay."

Six years of silent endurance were finally about to pay off.

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