In Revenge, I Married My Ex-Fiancé’s Uncle

The ninety-ninth time Stanley Haynes’s little secretary accidentally booked us for a divorce registration instead of a marriage license, I stormed into his office.

“Stanley, this is what you call the ‘value’ of a graduate from a top university? If she can’t even handle this, just fire her already!”

Stanley finally lifted his head from the pile of documents, glanced at the screen on my phone, and said flatly, “I told you from the start, she’s too highly educated for this kind of menial work. If you’ve got time to argue with me, you might as well go and make the appointment yourself.