One day, a friend who was like a biological sister to me confessed that she was pregnant with my husband's child. "Congratulate me, Ariana." She had the audacity to demand blessings instead of showing any remorse.

"Don't be ridiculous. Do you think a divorce is possible?" My husband, who shamelessly became a count as a live-in son-in-law, was equally audacious. Although it was a marriage of convenience to solve the family's debt, I had worked so hard to make our marriage life work...

"There's no doubt about it, a divorce is necessary." The problem is the marriage contract with my husband. If I file for divorce first, the penalty is a staggering five billion! My father poured all his money into preventing cultural assets from being smuggled out, leaving me with nothing but an eye for beautiful things. It's clear that a remarkable divorce plan is needed!

"Just wait, Lowen. You'll fall in a way that your feeble imagination could never fathom."