Honey, Why Do You Regret It?

I possessed the role of a supporting character who throws an envelope of money to her husband’s mistress, but I had no intention of living as the kind of side character who suffers because of a profligate husband and his lover, develops a fit of rage, and dies. So—

“I-I can’t accept this. No matter how much the madam gives me, I won’t break up with the duke!”

“That’s exactly the attitude.”

I secretly met my husband’s mistress.

And then, just like in the original story, I placed a white envelope between her pretty, slender fingers.

“Keep seducing him.”

My natal family is wealthy, I’m a noble, and I’m lacking nothing, so I decided that having that husband at all is worse than not having one.

I’ll enjoy a glamorous, happy single life, so you two can go and love each other!

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