Born Ditzy: Drunk Vows, Sober Goodbye

I am a little ditzy all the time, and my mind is often hazy.

Three years ago, I bring home a handsome drunk guy in a daze.

After he wakes up and stares at me for a while, he suddenly says, "Let's get married."

I do not feel like thinking too much, so I nod. Just like that, I spend three years as the wealthy Nolan Steele's wife. I am free to shop as I please, and I live in a luxury villa.

I just find out I am pregnant and have not had time to tell Nolan yet when he hands me a divorce agreement. "I have gone bankrupt. This is the last sum of money. Take it and leave."

At that moment, a few lines of comments suddenly appear before my eyes.

"Whoa! Nolan's first love, Celia Sanders, has returned from abroad!"

"Is he pretending to go bankrupt just to dump Lyra so that he can chase after his true love?"

"He got drunk back then because Celia left the country. Lyra is just a substitute!"

Oh? So I'm just a substitute…

I nod slowly and say, "Okay. Let's get a divorce, then."

The light in his eyes instantly goes out.

I look at him, feeling like there is something I have forgotten to say.

Forget it. I will say it when I remember.

Nolan Steele pursed his lips as he slid an agreement and a pen across the table to me. His eyes were a little red, and his fingers tapped twice against the edge of the table.

That was his tell whenever he was nervous.

I looked at the agreement. Instead of reaching for the pen, I reached over and touched the back of his hand, which rested on the table.

I said, "Your hands are freezing."

He trembled slightly, but he didn't pull away.

Without even glancing at the terms of the agreement, I picked up the pen, ready to sign.

Nolan pressed down on my hand. "Wait! At least read it before you sign."

He started going through the agreement with me, clause by clause. The house would be mine, the savings would go to me, and any debts under his name would have nothing to do with me. He'd even set up a fully funded trust on my behalf to make sure I would be financially secure in the future.

Comments started floating past my eyes like a livestream chat.

[Holy crap. Is this divorce agreement all in her favor?]

[I dare you to say I'm wrong in calling him the best guy in the world! But I get the feeling he really is broke now.]

[No way. In the original story, the male lead ends up loaded later…]

I was practically seeing stars by the time Nolan was done explaining. I said, "I don't get any of that. The bottom line is, I just need to sign, right?"

I moved to sign again. Once more, Nolan stopped me.

His Adam's apple bobbed.