Trading My Trash Husband For A Young King

Synopsis

The first time I met Edward Miller, we ended up scrapping by the dumpster over some plastic bottles. Later, I found out his dad died when he was three, and his mom went off to find work and never returned. What a coincidence, I didn't have a home either. We huddled together, keeping each other warm. We worked our way up from a cramped rental to a big house. Eight years into our marriage, Edward suddenly said he wanted us to take wedding photos. "We were so broke when we got married, so we couldn't even afford wedding photos. It's about time we finally do it," he said. While I was getting my makeup done for the wedding shoot, the makeup artist said, "There's another couple next door, about to get married, having their wedding photos taken too. "Hope they're still crazy about each other eight years down the line, just like you two." I looked at Edward, feeling all warm and happy, but he just brushed me off, saying he needed to use the restroom. After my makeup was done, I went to look for him. But what I saw was Edward, holding a girl in a wedding dress, kissing her fiercely. "Seriously? You really came here to take wedding photos with him?" Edward snapped. "I'll give you anything you want, just not marriage. Break up with him." Suddenly, a pair of arms yanked me back. "Hey, your husband just stole my girlfriend. So, how are you gonna make it up to me?"