Nine Fiancées Arrive: My Ex-Wife's Tears of Regret

She brought her lover into our wedding bed. For three years, I endured a loveless marriage—until she demanded a ceremony just to wear white for him. One slap, one divorce, and I walked away forever. But when nine stunning fiancées arranged by my mysterious master arrive at my door, suddenly my ex-wife abandons her precious 'white moonlight' and begs on her knees for a second chance. Sorry, darling. You had three years to choose me. Now watch me thrive while you drown in regret.