Forget My Husband, I’ll Go Make Money

Ibecamethewifeofamanwithalover.Wellthen,IguessIhavetoprotecthischastity?“Youcansleeponthefloorthen.”“What?”Hiseyessaidhedidn’twantto.Well,yeah.Thefloorwashard.Thenitcouldn’tbehelped.“I’lljustholdyourhandandsleep.Youtrustme,right?”But,howcomethebedbrokeonmyfirstnightwithmyhusband?Aristine,aprincessconfinedoutoftheEmperor’ssight.Wheninreality,shewastheownerofthe[Monarch’sSight],abletoseethefuture,past,andpresent.She,whobecamethesacrificeforapoliticalmarriage,wasmarriedofftoaterrifyingbarbarian…“Themostpreciousthingsshouldnaturallybegiventomybride.”Butherhusband,whosemonstrosityshepreparedfor,waswaytoonormal.However,hebelongedtosomeoneelse.‘I’llgomakemoneythen.’Shemightaswellmakethegoldfieldsherown.CanAristinereallyachieveherdreamoflivingfreelyonapileofmoney?Orwillsheendupkillingtwobirdswithonestone?