“Wife, I heard you were staring at another man again.” “That’s not…ugh!” “I will continue until you stop thinking of another man or divorce.” How did it end up like this? My life has become a tangled mess. “If you even dare to hold another man’s hand, I’ll snap that pretty little wrist.” * * * “I want to hold a man’s hand, even just once!” After living as a Motae-Solo [mfn]모태 솔로 is a Korean term that refers to someone who has never been in a romantic relationship, someone who has been single since birth[/mfn] for n years, I was hit by a reincarnation truck and thrown into a novel. In this life, I don’t need anything else. It’s all about dating! I’ll date until I go crazy! Just avoid those dark and sinister types! …Or so I promised. I was tricked by the dark and sinister type due to a contract I made when I was young, and I became a married woman! Sure, we can get married. But I will still date! …Or so I thought. This damn empire, it was more conservative than a backward country. If I cheat after getting married → slap on the wrist. If I’m accused of cheating when I didn’t → slap on the wrist. I can’t live like this. I’m getting a divorce, a divorce!