Two Years To Leave

Synopsis

After getting a second chance at life, I became the "perfect Mrs. Armstrong" everyone in his circle admired. When Keegan didn't come home, I didn't call to chase him. When he brought his first love, Reyna, back to the villa for the night, I gave up the master bedroom without a word and even swapped in a brand-new set of silk sheets for them. One day, Reyna splashed scalding coffee across the back of my hand while Keegan stood by and watched. I didn't cry out. I simply wiped it clean with a tissue and even smiled, asking if she'd like another cup. In my previous life, I didn't know any better. I tried everything to drive that woman away, checking his phone and making scenes at his company. In return, Keegan cut off the funding chain for my father's business. My father jumped to his death, and I was forcibly sent to a psychiatric hospital, where, in utter despair, I swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills. This time, I only wanted money. I'd play my role as the well-behaved trophy wife, biding my time until the two-year agreement expires, so I could walk away with what's rightfully mine. But on the day I finally signed the divorce papers, Keegan tore them to shreds. His eyes were bloodshot as he gripped my shoulders, his voice trembling. "Karla, what do you take me for? If I dropped dead out there today, would you not even shed a single tear?"