He Never Want Me, So I Chose His Uncle

On the night of my trial marriage with my arranged marriage partner, my fiancé’s childhood sweetheart burst into crying into the bridal chamber.

Before I could react, he anxiously led her into the bridal chamber and locked the door.

No matter how much I called out, he refused to open the door until I fetched the spare key.

When I opened the door, I saw his childhood sweetheart lying comfortably on our bridal bed with her lips firmly planted on his chest.

In response to my questioning, he replied nonchalantly, “Everyone has their own needs. You don’t mind, right?”