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Anastasia Harrison, a young woman abused by her cruel family, thought her life was over when they forced her to marry Richard, the sleazy black sheep of the wealthy Wallace family. Meanwhile, her favored younger sister, Michelle, was set to marry Xavier, the elder brother, who was a CEO.

Yet, an error at city hall ended up swapping their names on their respective marriage certificates.
 
"What is this?! How are you married to Xavier Wallace?"

"You're not getting any food or water until you sign the divorce papers!"

To add fuel to the fire, the old Mr. and Mrs. Harrison passed away, leaving all their assets to Anastasia and not the rest of the family. This drove the Harrisons to their breaking point. To trade for a peaceful life, Anastasia was willing to leave her inheritance and leave the family, but the Harrisons had other plans in mind.

They wanted to get rid of her. Permanently.

However, it was by a stroke of luck that Anastasia was found by her new husband, Xavier, before her family succeeded. Determined to get her revenge, she struck a deal with Xavier. 

"Continue to be my wife and I will help you get your revenge!"

My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner

Anastasia tore out the banners and walked inside.

"I'd better remember something," she told herself.

Anastasia moved some objects out of the way. From how rusty they'd been, she already guessed it'd been a while since someone had been there.

When she was about to open the doors, she realized the door was locked. She quickly searched for a crowbar and knocked off the lock. Nothing but darkness greeted her. She brought out her phone and turned on the flashlight to see.

The couches were covered in white clothing, and so was the TV and everything else. It sort of looked like a haunted house, especially with how quiet it was she could hear her heart beating in her chest.

Taking a deep breath, Anastasia quietly went upstairs, where she remembered used to be her room. Just like downstairs, everything was covered in white clothing. Not like there were any items in the room except for the bed and a small couch. Yet, she didn't give up.

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