Frame Me，Enjoy Prison, Ex-Fiancé!

In just one month, my brand-new car had been involved in nineteen accidents.

My fiancé was the one driving it every single time, but whenever something went wrong, I was the one left to clean up the mess.

Over the course of thirty days, I became a regular at the local precinct and the courthouse. Even the rookie officer at the front desk started looking at me with pity.

This time, the police called just as I was about to board a flight to close a massive contract.

"Hello, ma'am. This is the police department. A vehicle registered under your name was just involved in a severe hit-and-run.