Darlene Davis found herself transmigrated into the tragic supporting character of a period novel—
Her conniving stepsister had not only stolen her billionaire fiancé but also schemed to marry her off to Ethan Carter, the "doomed-to-die-young" military officer.
The original host had worked herself to death, leaving three children either dead or disabled?
With a cold smirk, Darlene flipped the table. "I’m the kind of person who lives for myself. Cross me, and I’ll make sure your whole family regrets it!"
First, she emptied her scumbag father’s secret stash of money. Then, she made a fortune writing articles while searching for her long-lost mother. Finally, she set her sights on that stone-faced special forces officer:
"Comrade Ethan, let me read your fortune—you’re missing one crucial thing in your life: me. Marry me, and I guarantee you’ll live to a hundred!"
Ethan frowned. "My duty is to serve my country. I have no time for romance."
He started leaving work half an hour early every day just to shower, earning him endless teasing from his comrades:
"Old Ethan, afraid of stinking up your delicate wife and kids again?"
His ears burning red, the man retorted with mock severity, "My wife is soft and sweet, my children are tender—you roughnecks wouldn’t understand!"
