One Hundred Betrayals, One Final No
I had been married to Lucius Martin for three years, and in all that time, there was never a shortage of women around him.
Each time he brought another woman home, he would give me a necklace worth a fortune.
In just three short years, I had accumulated ninety-nine necklaces.
When Lucius fastened the hundredth necklace around my neck, I no longer cried or made a scene.
Because this time, the woman he cheated with was my own older sister, the one who had beaten and scolded me since we were children.
The man I loved most joined hands with the person I hated most to torment me together.
At that moment, my heart finally died.
This time, I took the initiative and walked up to Lucius, placing a house purchase contract into his hands.
"As long as you sign this," I said, "you can do whatever you want with her."
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but in the end, he signed without hesitation.
For the first time ever, he even leaned down and gently kissed my cheek.
"Good girl," he murmured. "You've finally learned to behave."
I personally opened the car door for him and watched as he hurried off toward my sister.
When the car disappeared completely from sight, I let out a long breath.
Then I reached beneath the documents and pulled out the paper hidden there—a divorce agreement.