Marrying an Autistic Husband in My Cousin's Place

To repay my uncle and aunt for raising me, I married Lucas Foster, the autistic heir of the Foster family, in place of my cousin.

For seven years, he treated me with utter coldness. I swallowed my pride and tried to initiate intimacy, only to be met with endless mockery and disdain. Later, when I successfully organized an art exhibition for him, he held another woman's hand right in front of me.

I knew then that my task was complete. It was time for me to leave.

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To outsiders, marrying into the Foster family was like winning the lottery.