After my childhood friend and I registered our marriage, his kept woman sneered at me.
“He doesn’t love you.
This is just an arranged marriage!”
I was speechless.
“It’s a business alliance.
Could you sound any more provincial?”
In this day and age, who worried about love in a marriage like ours?
The only use I had for her sugar daddy was to give me an heir carrying both families’ blood as soon as possible.
As for the man himself, I doubted even our housekeeper, Mrs.
Wu, wanted him home.