He left, having played with love. For him, I was only a virgin—something temporary.
When he came to the province for half a year, he returned to the metropolis, and at parting he threw at me that women like me aren’t suitable to be a wife. There he needs a high-status wife, not a country girl—even if she’s carrying his son.
But seven years later he suddenly suggested becoming a fake wife—blackmailing me—so that he could get the position he needs… Only I’m no longer that naive girl. He doesn’t even suspect what I’m planning—to save the family—and what I’m willing to do for the people he trusts…