Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce

When she was ten, she said, “When I grow up, I want to be the President!”

“It's impossible, but you can be the President's wife,” he replied.

He gazed at her tenderly. His youthful eyes filled with deep affection, as if he wanted to give her the whole world.

When she was thirty-three, due to a leak of military secrets, she was imprisoned for treason, and she saw his signature on the death sentence document.

She finally understood that the so-called undying love was fake, and that power and status were the true goals.

Love is just like a ghost—more talked about than seen.

...

Reborn and back to the age of twenty, she opened her eyes and shouted, “I must be the President!”

“But, Madam... Your husband is already the President,” someone said.

She was stunned for only a second, then viciously replied, “Then I'll take him down first, and I'll become the President!”

A man gently pushed open the half-closed door, chuckling softly, “Did I hear wrong? Sweetie, you want to... take me down?”