Seven Years of Marriage I Sent Myself to the Crematorium

To cure the fake heiress‘ depression, my childhood sweetheart and fiancé, Ethan Graham, secretly married her despite his vows that he’d marry no one but me. So, I agreed to a family–arranged marriage with Asher Whitman, the heir to a powerful family in the capital, who had secretly loved me for years.

For seven years after our wedding, Asher treated me like I was his whole world. His affection was overwhelming, almost suffocating, as if he couldn’t go a moment without touching me. If I wanted the stars in the sky, he’d find a way to bring them down for me.

I thought I had finally found happiness. But then, one night after we were together, I overheard him talking to his close friend.

“Serena’s now an international superstar. When are you going to break things off with Lila?”