Chapter 8

It was only natural that Scarlet couldn’t afford to divorce me.

She was under no delusion now that she was past thirty. Even if she did retain some beauty, no man would want her given her troubled history. Moreover, with every single friend and family siding with me, she might have trouble making ends meet if she left me.

That was why she began to change, becoming a completely different person.

She began to work diligently to earn my favor—she constantly kept the house squeaky clean, spoke with humility with me, and although she had never cooked before, she was eventually able to make scrumptious dinners. Now, I would find a cup of tea waiting for me every night when I come home, and I could feel it warmed perfectly with just a brush of my fingers.

Of course, all of that took great effort.

And then there was her bedside approach. She would dress seductively, and constantly snuggle up to me after I turned the lights off. One night stood out in particular—perhaps because her lust