Chapter 1My Precious Darling

A year into our marriage, and my husband had never touched me.

Just as I was about to find a man to cheat with, comments started scrolling across my vision.

【The side character is so clueless! Does she have any idea what kind of a beast the male lead is keeping leashed in his pants? He doesn’t touch her because he’s afraid she can’t handle it!】

【He’s terrified she’ll hate him, so he’s bottling it up until he’s about to explode, and what happens? His wife runs off with some other guy. LMAO.】

【Hehe, if she doesn’t mess up, how can the female lead come and save him? Our girl gets treated so well later on, it's non-stop action, day and night.】

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The comments left me frozen.

The side character… was me?

And the male lead… was that my husband-in-name-only, Jack?

Before I could process it, a man’s voice pulled me back.

“Rosalind? Did you need something from me?”

The man before me wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, his features handsome and scholarly.

His name was Arthur.

He was one of the few men in our small town with a college education.

He was also the man I was planning to sleep with.

His gaze shifted to the eggs I was holding out. “Are those for me?” he asked, his eyes betraying a flicker of excitement beneath a veneer of modesty.

They were. Or, they were supposed to be.

A year of marriage, and my husband wouldn’t lay a finger on me. The other young wives who got hitched around the same time were already pregnant with their second, while I hadn’t even had a wedding night. I can’t count the number of times the neighbors have whispered behind my back, calling me a barren hen.

I’m not a woman with thick skin. And at this point, does it matter who the father is?

So I’d set my sights on the bookish Arthur. I just needed a donor.

But now…

Remembering the strange words that had floated past my eyes, I hesitated.

The comments appeared again:

【This girl’s got terrible taste. She’s got a man with broad shoulders and a lean waist, a top-tier body, and she’s chasing after this skinny beanpole.】

【All she has to do is crook her finger and the ML would go at it with her till dawn. But no, she picks the guy who’s done in ten minutes. The contrast is just painful.】

Holy crap.

Why didn’t you guys say so earlier?

“Nothing! Just passing by!” I snatched the eggs back and sprinted away.