It felt like this man would never allow anyone to say a single bad word about Serenity.

Envy and jealousy simmered in Lynette's heart. How had someone like Serenity managed to get such a handsome boyfriend who did not mind that she used to be in prison at all, while she herself, who had gotten married when she was young, had only managed to nab a blacksmith?!

Back then, she used to think that marrying a blacksmith was not that bad at all since at the very least, a blacksmith would always have a stable job. Besides, the dowry gifts she had gotten from him were more than generous. But as time went by, she had begun to regret this choice more and more.

All her friends she used to be close with when she was younger now lived much better lives than her in the city. In fact, most of them had even married men who were white-collar workers, civil servants, and company managers—all sounding so impressive that she began to be embarrassed to admit that her husband was only a blacksmith.

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