TWELVE

Jane took a deep breath as she sank further into the plush cream coloured sofa and swallowed hard, going through the contract again. Her head was spinning, how could she agree to this? Clauses three to six were utterly ridiculous. This practically set women back by centuries! Cleaning the house? Be at his beck and call? Close an eye if and when he brought a woman back home to hump?

Pffft! What is this? Medieval times?

But she couldn’t argue with him, the man was her benefactor. She moistened her lips, placed the paper down and forced a smile.

“How can I pay you back if I’m expected to wait on you hand and foot every single day?” she asked, hoping to be allowed to land a part-time job somewhere. The truth was, Jane did not mind having to clean the house, she felt that she should, given the fact that she would be staying at his residence for one year. But how on earth was she going to prepare herself for the eventual divorce if she