Falling For My Husband Again
Language: en
When I opened my eyes, I was holding a checkbook. I looked up at the girl standing across from me—the quintessential "innocent victim" type, eyes brimming with tears and righteous indignation. "Please, Mrs. Sterling! Just let us be together! I love Chase with all my heart!" It hit me like a physical blow. I had transmigrated. I was trapped in one of those classic, trashy billionaire soap operas, and I had landed right in the shoes of the "Evil Mother-in-Law." According to the script, this was the part where I was supposed to sneer and toss a million dollars at her, telling her to stay away…