Love Signed Away the One Hundredth Time
When my family went bankrupt, I was drugged and sent to the bed of my childhood sweetheart, Craig Kennedy.
From that night, he brought women home every evening, tossing a divorce agreement in my face. "Beg me, and I won't leave you."
He stood above me, watching as I humbled myself to dust, pleading to preserve our marriage.
He even ordered me to kneel in his office and massage the feet of his secretary, Lucia Langston.
On the day the Moore Group needed ten million to survive, she blocked all my desperate calls for help.
I waited 24 hours, watching my family's legacy collapse and my parents take their lives.
Craig, with Lucia at his side, entered the house and threw the signed divorce agreement at me again. "You wanted money to save your family, didn't you? Beg me, and as long as I don't divorce you, no one will touch them."
But I signed it with calm despair. "Don't bother. We no longer need your help."