Hi. This is my entirely inappropriate, possibly regrettable, and definitely unfiltered guide to marrying up. I didn’t grow up rich. But I did grow up watching women survive and I learned that ambition, when you're poor, comes only when you marry rich. Because chasing dreams in this economy? Totally impossible. So when I set my sights on Cha Eunwoo — trust fund royalty with cheekbones carved by God and generational wealth — I knew what I had to do: ✨ Be perfect. Be poised. Be the woman he marries. ✨ Spoiler alert? He ran. Left me at the altar in a six-figure gown… and somehow — don’t ask me how — I ended up legally married to Jeon Jungkook, a broke musician with 6 roommates, two guitars, and zero future. Now I’m stuck in a middle-class apartment… With a man who doesn’t own a wallet, doesn’t believe in marriage —…and ruined me in every way possible. This wasn’t supposed to be a love story. But somehow it turned into one of the most chaotic, unhinged drama marriage one could ever expect. Welcome to the pages of my story, a middle class girl, fraudulently married off to a broke singer. — Y/n (The accidental wife, reconsidering all her life decisions)