Wilfrid Whately's Book
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Ditching the Jerk, Falling for the Cutie
On the day of my first anniversary with Duan Huaiming, I received a video from my sister. He harshly pecked at my sister’s lips: “If it wasn’t for her faking a pregnancy to trick me in the first place, I wouldn’t have married her.” Having been with him for ten years, I thought it was my fault for not warming his heart, but I never imagined I had misjudged him. Until I was pushed onto the coffee table by him, watching the blood seeping from under my skirt, I let out a scoff: “I forgot to tell you, Duan Huaiming, I really am pregnant.” I decisively divorced him, but he went mad searching for me, begging me to come back home with him. A large snake wrapped around me from behind, and I smiled at Duan Huaiming: “Little black snake, stealing my food before was one thing, but now you’re trying to steal my wife?”