Is it so horrible to be born differently?
Did I truly ask to be born this way?
Does being different mean that I don't deserve to live my life and follow my dreams?
That was the question Braelyn Madison had been asking herself for the previous 21 years. Braelyn was born as a pretty and cute boy, but she and her mother discovered she was intersex when she was twelve years old.
And that realization altered her life forever.
Braelyn was in love with a young man who made her feel like she was worth it for three years, but on their third anniversary, she received a red card and was mocked and humiliated.
Above all, it hurt that he dared to bring his mistress to such a hallowed day, crushing any hope she had left in him. 
When she was at her lowest, he emerged as a hero in sparkling armor, rescuing her from shame and humiliation. 
Determined to exact revenge on her scumbag of an ex, Braelyn swore to do everything in her power to deprive him of everything she had given him throughout their three years together. 
And when a perfect candidate emerged, who happened to be her knight in shining and also possessed a very dear title. Braelyn saw an opportunity to use against the scoundrel and mistress. 
However, Braelyn found herself gradually sinking into yet another love trap. 
But could someone explain to her why this claimed uncle of her scumbag girlfriend isn't following the rules?

Marrying My Scumbag Girlfriend's Uncle

Moments later, the first one to enter was Linda, a very familiar face, Nancy’s best friend whose character was completely different from Nancy’s. 


Nancy was fierce and obsessive and didn’t respect him as much as he wanted, while Linda was very soft, more of the naïve kind. She was hardworking; she was a streamer, and her streaming was decent. 


Linda loves art, so the majority of her streams were of her drawing this and that or talking about art in general. Linda was the kind of person who just brought positive energy. How nice it would have been if he hooked up with her instead. 


Unfortunately, he wasn’t someone who ate naivety and innocence. She didn’t have what Nancy had. That was the cold truth and a hard pill that would remain hard to swallow. 


Brushing aside the elegant Linda who walked in holding a bouquet in her hand, Richard looked forward more to Nancy, his baby’s mother, who was about to walk down the aisle. 


CHAPTER 68: TILL DEATH DO US PART 2