Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After 32
On my wedding day, my groom eloped with his childhood sweetheart.
I grabbed a stranger in a wheelchair on impulse and married him, not expecting that he’d turn out to be the “good-for-nothing young master” everyone mocked.
After our marriage, he kept testing my sincerity, while I became a husband-protecting “battle demon,” breaking down his defenses bit by bit.
Meanwhile, my ex-boyfriend thought I was just being unreasonable and would inevitably return to him. He even brought his mistress along to provoke me.
But I had already found my true home. I refused to tolerate it any longer—I slapped their faces right on the spot.
It wasn’t until my husband personally took down that scumbag ex that I
On my wedding day, my groom eloped with his childhood sweetheart.
I grabbed a stranger in a wheelchair on impulse and married him, not expecting that he’d turn out to be the “good-for-nothing young master” everyone mocked.
After our marriage, he kept testing my sincerity, while I became a husband-protecting “battle demon,” breaking down his defenses bit by bit.
Meanwhile, my ex-boyfriend thought I was just being unreasonable and would inevitably return to him. He even brought his mistress along to provoke me.
But I had already found my true home. I refused to tolerate it any longer—I slapped their faces right on the spot.
It wasn’t until my husband personally took down that scumbag ex that I
