After Married Husband Become Sugar Daddy ?!

Episode 1's

The rain outside the window kept falling. The room was dark, with no lights on. Jennifer, dressed in pajamas and barefoot, stood by the closet. He used both of his hands to move the neatly folded man's clothes from the closet into a large cardboard box near his feet. His movements were simple and crude, with no trace of hesitation or unwillingness. It was as if the owner of the clothes had died, and he had to immediately arrange for the items to be burned along with his body.

The cupboard in front of him was quickly empty. As Jennifer was about to move to the next closet, she took a cursory look at the red sheet of paper in the corner of the large closet. Inadequate lighting makes it unable to read what is written on the paper. He took it and realized it was a two-inch identification photo.

The photo depicts two people, both wearing clean and neat white shirts. Jennifer is on the right, and Dion is on the left. The photo was taken three years ago when they got married. Back then, the two had just graduated, and their faces and eyes reflected sincerity and youth, as well as enthusiasm and happiness for the future.

When he married Dion back then, he was really happy. After all, they had been dating since High School, and they married after college, successfully ending their seven-year love race. They were irrigated in many friends and even dubbed the "legendary love" couple".

But apparently, marriage became the grave of their relationship. In just three years, their love dies and is buried by a third party.

"The "legendary love" turned into a hollow remnant.

Jennifer smiled coldly at the photo in her hand and unhesitatingly tore it into pieces, then threw it into the trash.

At that moment, the phone suddenly rang from outside the closet, but Jennifer ignored it. Dion had been calling him all day, but he had not answered a single call. She kept cleaning up her ex-husband's "things" as if she hadn't heard the ring.

After some time, the phone ringing finally stopped. However, before half a minute had passed, his ringtone re-echoed like a command.

He was annoyed and angrily threw the shirt in his hand into a cardboard box, and immediately left the closet. He walked towards the small table beside the bed where his phone was, intending to turn it off. However, upon seeing the identity of the call, he realizes that it was not a call from Dion but rather from his closest friends and companions during Fidelya's college.

Sighing, he picked up the phone and pressed the answer button. When he lifted the phone to his ear, Fidelya's voice was heard, "I thought you were dead. Is it so hard to answer the phone?"

Jennifer suddenly exploded like a mercon, "Hurry to talk."

Fidelya replied, "Still angry?"

Jennifer sighed in annoyance, "What do you want?"

Fidelya reassured him, "Haiya, I'm telling you, it's important to get your emotions out instead of keeping them to yourself. Otherwise, you'll soon develop ovarian cysts or even benign breast lumps."

Jennifer's patience is running low, but considering that Fidelya is her friend, she still gives her a little chance, "Say the core you want to convey."

This time, Fidelya did not beat around the bush, "I found a man for you, he's one of the artists I just signed." As the son of a second-generation super-rich family, as well as the conglomerate's only daughter, Fidelya opened an entertainment company after college. He supported his artists while spending money on his idols, "This young man is only twenty years old and he is my junior in university, tall and handsome. He's even better at sweet talk than your ex-husband. Many girls in the industry love him wholeheartedly, but don't worry, he's a clean and honest young man."

Jennifer was silent for a moment and surprised to ask, "Since when have you been a matchmaker?"

Fidelya muttered, "Why are you always cynical? I was only worried about you being lonely, so I made the difficult decision to let my beloved artist spend time with you and help you through this difficult time."

Cold, Jennifer replied nonchalantly, "Thank you, but I don't need that!" He almost hung up the phone, but Fidelya interrupted in a loud voice, "Look at what you have become now! If I were you, I would make that depraved man regret, not dissolve into disappointment like you do now. If Dion sees you like this, he won't be proud!"

Like a curtain that suddenly unfolded, Jennifer's anger suddenly lit up, "How can I dissolve in disappointment? What makes him proud after cheating?"

Holding her phone, Jennifer walked to the bathroom, turned on the lights, and stood in front of the sink.

The woman in the mirror was wearing plain white cotton pajamas, her body slender and flat, her gaze dull and empty. There were thin dark circles under his eyes, his skin color dull and lifeless. His long hair dangled in disarray on his shoulder. She looked withered, like a woman full of hatred, lacking the charm and vitality that a twenty-five-year-old woman should have.

While looking at herself in the mirror, Jennifer furrowed her brows tightly, panic clearly visible in her expression.

He remembered the wedding photo.

In the photo, he ties his hair in a ponytail, with soft facial features, bright skin, and clear eyes, exuding a unique vitality. That was the reason why she was named a beauty queen in her faculty at the Naza Art University Faculty of Television and Film.

Now, ha, he can't even be considered equal to a weed.

Furthermore, he was further away from his beloved theater stage.

Looking at Dion, he remained handsome as ever, exuding the charm of a grown man. Wearing a white shirt and suit pants, he looks tall, handsome, and no less than a male model.

His friend and colleague often referred to him as the most handsome medical student in Naza City Medical School.

Within three years, Dion was shining, and he was getting worse.

So why did he sacrifice everything just for the sake of Dion's parents? Why did he sacrifice his beloved theater stage and become an anonymous employee at a government agency?

Just love to the damn thing!

Looking at herself in the mirror, Jennifer couldn't help but curse, "Damn, I feel like a fool!"

Fidelya knew Jennifer very well, so he understood why Jennifer said those words. He let out a light sigh, "You took Dion and his parents too seriously. I told you, they're nothing special. So, what's the point if they're doctors and lawyers? Are they superior humans? Why should actors be considered low? You should defend yourself against them. If Dion really loved you, he would stand by your side rather than asking you to sacrifice your ideals and spend time at home like dust!"

Looking at her from an outsider perspective, Jennifer knew Fidelya was right.

But he realized it was too late. It has been covered with dust in such a way, until a single moment of wind can make it tight.

Jennifer took a deep breath and tried to comfort herself, "At least, I got two houses and 300 million. Even though it is divided, one house should be worth at least 400 million. Over these three years, I've made hundreds of millions every year."

By trying hard to sound proud, his words were full of innuendo to himself.

Fidelya mocked, "If you count the average for three years, you make hundreds of millions every year, but not necessarily in ten years."

How can ten years of youth be measured by money?