Slow-Cooked Revenge
Language: en
The private thermal spa party was in full swing, but my fiancé was nowhere to be found. I headed toward the VIP wing to look for him. Suddenly, glowing lines of text flashed across my vision. [Why is the tacky side character at the sauna? The male lead is busy making out with the fake heiress in there!] [Watching her use her own money to book a luxury sauna, only for it to become a love nest for our main couple, is just so satisfying!] [Hehe! That is what she gets for hogging the fiancée title. Let her choke on it!] Simon, my fiancé's assistant, stepped into my path, blocking the…