“The estate is between Vasquez and Hillerst. Closer to Hillerst, though.”
“Hillerst, at least that’s something.”
He murmured. Cordelia, close by, overheard and asked.
“What do you mean by ‘that’s something’?”
“It’s none of your business. Why are you here?”
“Do I need a reason? We’re husband and wife.”
“We weren’t exactly a loving couple, as I recall.”
“Why would you think that?”
Cordelia asked, maintaining a light smile.
Craig pointed his chin at her disdainfully.
“You, when I woke up, you looked disappointed, not happy. And you didn’t visit for a whole day.”
“That’s because I was so shocked… And I didn’t come yesterday because I thought you might be tired.”
Too sharp.
Cordelia started to doubt whether this man was truly a fool.
“A man who forgot his own name making such sharp deductions?”
“I hate wasting time. Stop the pointless excuses and tell me why you’re here.”
“Actually…”
She smoothly produced the divorce consent form.
“I came to finish some unfinished business between us.”
“What’s this?”
“Craig. I’m sorry to show this to you as soon as you woke up, but…”
Cordelia tried to look as pitiful as possible, her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth drooping.
“You wanted to settle this before your accident. I did too.”
“Divorce?”
“Yes, as you might know, or perhaps not, you had other people you loved besides me. It was Miss Alisha and Miss Elizabeth, both of whom you deeply loved. If you want, I can call them right now.”
“Ha.”
Craig raised only one side of his mouth in a mocking smile, though it was unclear whom the mockery was directed at.
Cordelia, undeterred, extended the divorce papers toward him.
A close look would reveal terms that were entirely in her favor.
“You said you wanted to welcome one of them as your wife. It hurt, but what could I do when you said you loved them? We agreed to part ways cleanly. Just sign here at the bottom.”
“You’re quite something.”
“Pardon?”
Craig snatched the document she offered and tossed it carelessly onto the bed’s floor. It was extremely rude.
Cordelia frowned and glared at him.
“What are you doing?”
“You think I’m a complete idiot because I can’t remember anything?”
His demeanor was so sharp that Cordelia suppressed her rising anger and took a deep breath.
“From what the servants say, our marriage was terrible. You must have thought it the perfect opportunity to bring these divorce papers now that your husband has become a fool.”
“You too found our married life difficult.”
“Why would a nouveau riche family like the Abrams marry a Vasquez? Since when did marriage need love?”
“Well…”
“And Abrams would just let you go? Considering the amount paid for Vasquez blood.”
“What are you?”
Cordelia felt a chill. She instinctively stepped back.
It was more than just a change in personality. He spoke and acted like a completely different person.
His actions, tone of voice, even his thought process were so different that he seemed like a stranger, not the ‘Craig Abrams’ she knew.
“What do you mean? I’m your husband.”
For the first time, Craig smiled at her. His smooth face seemed as eerie as a snake.
“Instead of thinking about divorce papers for a husband who just woke up after five months, tell me about my past.”
He commanded naturally, as if it were his right. Cordelia, feeling overwhelmed, awkwardly sat beside his bed.
‘What’s going on here?’
She had thought a simple flattery would suffice to get his signature, but the situation had taken a strange turn.
Cordelia picked up the divorce consent form from the floor, pretending nothing was wrong.
She had time. Patience had been her friend since early childhood.
“Let’s talk about the divorce once you’ve recovered. Your past, you say?”
“Sure. I’ve heard bits and pieces from the servants, but you, my wife, would know better.”
“Well, we’ve only been married for a year.”
“Just tell me what you know.”
He said coldly.
Cordelia hesitated to speak, fearing he might truly regain his memory. If Helena heard of her reluctance, things could get even more complicated.
‘I need to check how much he remembers.’
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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