After His Eighth Substitute, I Married the Mafia King

I was Julian's first bride, but I wasn't his last.

In the eight years we'd been married, every single wedding anniversary, he brought home a young, gorgeous woman.

He made her wear the wedding dress that used to be mine, play the role of his bride, and sleep with him in our bed.

He even livestreamed their entire wedding night to the world.

Tonight was our eighth anniversary, and he had just brought home bride number eight.

Listening to their shameless moans from the next room, I walked over and knocked on the door.

"Julian, let's get a divorce."