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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 was at Julian's gym with Alex, training.

Their bodies were drenched with sweat from the relentless training sessions, a necessity for Anastasia to grow stronger in combat.

"You're getting pretty good at this. Are you sure you've never done this before?" Alex asked her.

Although they just met a few weeks ago, they rarely spoke with each other. However, this was one of the rarest moments when they exchanged a few words with each other.

Anastasia shook her head, a hint of frustration in her voice. "I feel like I've done this somewhere before. This isn't the first time," she muttered before swiftly delivering a powerful kick to his abdomen. The force sent him crashing to the ground instantly.

"Well, take it easy okay?" Alex held his abdomen with a tight grip that made Anastasia wonder if she hit him that hard. He was wearing a protective boxing suit after all.

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