Torn Between Two Crowns

After my family went bankrupt, my father sold me to a Beijing circle prince.
Six months into our secret marriage, his name was trending alongside a starlet's.
I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately prepared divorce papers.
Turning to caress a male model's face, I said to him, 'I feel for your pain and want to solve it for you.'
Unexpectedly that night, the usually cold and reserved man angrily brought me home.
After a bout of resentment, he held my face and tearfully said, 'Mrs. Harrison, I'm hurting too. Won't you comfort me as well?'