The Substitute Wife He Threw Away

I was born in a perpetual haze, my mind often muddled and confused.

Three years ago, in a daze, I brought home a drunk, handsome stranger.

When he woke up, he stared at me for a moment, then suddenly said, "Let's get married."

Too lazy to think, I nodded.

For three years, I lived in a fog as a wealthy socialite. I could swipe my cards freely and live in mansions as I pleased.

I had just found out I was pregnant and hadn't had the chance to tell him when he handed me divorce papers:

"I'm bankrupt. This is the last of my money. Take it and go."