My Husband Is An Open Book
I had no desire to marry. Quite conveniently, the general’s only son claimed he had no interest in women and refused to ruin some innocent young lady’s future.
A brilliant notion thus occurred to me.
“Then ruin me instead.”
I would be spared the obligations of the marriage bed, and I even agreed that he might seek his pleasures elsewhere.
Yet on our wedding night, I unexpectedly overheard his private thoughts.
“She smells delightful. I want to touch her,” he thought.
I regarded him with wide-eyed disbelief.
“Are you quite certain you have no interest in women?”
Outwardly, he appeared to be the very picture of propriety.
“I’m quite certain. Do keep your distance.”
Yet his thoughts told a very different story.
“That was all a lie. The truth is that I am a man of considerable appetites, and desires for the marriage bed occupy me daily,” he thought.