Show Me The Way, My Dear

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband gave me a pair of red high heels.

In this life, I didn't go to confront his secretary. Instead, I calmly threw away the gift and sent back a divorce agreement.

But the secretary showed up to make troubles, not seeing my anger. She muttered in confusion, "This plot is wrong."

It turned out that she was also reborn.

I took the slap she threw at me with my hand, saying coldly, "You two don't mind each other's dirty souls! What a perfect match you are! You will surely be together forever."