《The Price of Forgiveness》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

This was it. The day I'd secretly been dreading finally happened.My husband's name -- in another woman's mouth.Her words almost didn’t register to my ears.The lady seemed more surprised than me, suddenly appearing startled.Coral seemed pleased by our responses, although I sincerely doubted she understood my shock.Her smile widened, “I see you’ve heard of him. I believe he called earlier to set up this appointment.”“Mrs.” The lady stumbled, “Mrs. Aster?”Coral checked her nails as she revelled in her moment.I didn't want to stand around and let her words register into my mind. I wanted her to be a fake. A woman using my husband's name for power because she'd read it in a magazine. Although our relationship wasn't private, and everyone knew Jacob was married, he preferred to keep me hidden.He said it was to protect me from the outside world. And from people who might try to hurt or manipulate me to get to him. Although I'd thought it was paranoid at first, a few too many awkward

I lay in bed reading when he finally came. Freshly showered and wearing only boxers and a housecoat.I knew what this meant, and I was fairly certain it had more to do with my earlier insult than his actual desire for me.“I’m not in the mood.” I told him as he sat down.He put his hand on my thigh, squeezing it a couple of times.His voice was low and he seemed to be trying to be comforting, “I’ll be really fast.”I pulled my leg away from him, “I’ve had a bad day.”He scoffed, “you can’t be that pampered. So you missed one spa day. Didn’t you slum it most of your life anyway?”I put down my book and gave him a dirty glare.My voice was dry and annoyed, not like how I usually tried to talk to him, “my day was already bad. The spa was meant to fix it but that didn’t happen either. So I’m in a bad mood. It’s not the first time, it won’t be the last.”He lay on his side beside me and put his hand back on my thigh. This time pulling up the cloth of my dress so he could squeeze my bare sk

CASSIE POVI knew which club he was at and what floor. It was his favourite, owned by his long-time friend Marlow Addams.According to Ethan Matters, this is also where he’d met his first mistress. I could only assume he’d found the rest here too.He had an affinity for the working girl trope. He fetishized it – I think. I liked to think I at least started it. Rather than the unwelcomed idea that our entire relationship was just a reaction to it.He enjoyed seeing how much he could buy people for. He liked making people beg for his attention and respect. He always had, I'd just ignored it.The bouncers knew me. They shot each other looks that felt demoralizing. Once upon a time, I’d come here frequently. In a desperate attempt to bring Jacob home, but I finally surrendered. It had been a while since these bouncers had seen me, but they clearly didn’t forget.They welcomed me without question and directed me to the executive elevator. I went up the elevator to the top floor. When I app

CASSIE POVI’d felt like a zombie since waking up.Every movement was sluggish and tired. Every thought was quiet and shallow.I didn’t want to make him breakfast. I wanted to let him starve. If I did make breakfast, I wanted to sprinkle some toilet cleaner in it. I think that watching him projectile vomit across his car and office would make me really happy. But my emotions were too numb to believe that might be true.But last night he said chicken and waffles, so that’s what I made. It felt aggressive, at least to me. Because if he cared about me at all, then this should make him feel bad, right? He'd spent his night betraying me, and I still... was I hopeless?But when he walked in the front door, still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, he simply laughed, “you actually made me chicken and waffles?” Before tossing his coat over his chair and going upstairs to shower.He was back down in ten minutes in fresh clothes and ready for the day. He sat to eat as I served him coffee.H

I didn’t enjoy lunch. I couldn't relax or pretend to care about their seemingly petty difficulties.Arora didn't like the colour they'd painted their pantry. Her mother-in-law took this as a personal insult because she'd chosen the colour. So now Arora had a pantry in a colour she didn't like.Katie got a new puppy. It wasn't potty trained yet and she didn't like seeing it pee in the house.Rose's husband wouldn't let her spend $80,000 on a necklace at auction.It must have been my upbringing. But all I could think was who cares what colour your pantry is, at least you have a house.It's a puppy. Train it. Or adopt a dog that is already toilet-trained.It's a necklace. You can buy a replica for $13.99 and wear it just as often.But I suppose my issues should be just as easy to solve.He's cheating on you. He doesn't love you. Leave him. I let my friends take the yacht without me. I told them I felt a little nauseous and wanted to walk along the pier.My marriage was over. It needed t