The Fishmonger's Secret
Language: en
After divorcing my billionaire ex-husband, I married an ordinary man. Every day he is silent, wearing a tattered jacket with messy hair, bargaining over a few cents when buying groceries. Friends teased me, although consumption downgraded, aesthetic shouldn't downgrade too right. I just smiled: "Back then I slashed Sebastian Sterling's little secretary's face in front of everyone in the company." "For her, Sebastian made a huge scene with me, my reputation long stank." "When just out of Federal Prison, even dogs walked around me, now having someone willing to marry me is already very…