My Husband Was Stolen Twice

“He’s not your husband, he’s mine.” A wedding invitation came from a friend of 10 years. The moment I saw the picture, my heart dropped. Because it was none other than my husband who held the friend’s hand affectionately…. One day, when I could no longer endure the pain of betrayal and even lived as if I was dead mouse with a new name, I got into an unexpected accident and was transported into a devastating novel. By the way…. Why did you get transported too? I was reunited with the friend who pushed my life into hell and took away my husband. In this beggar like wretched novel. I will no longer live my life as a loser.