So-Called Happiness
I was married to Gideon Strathmore for eight years, but he was unfaithful, bringing home different women.
The 100th, Vesper Quinn, smirked at me and turned to him, saying, "This is your useless wife, huh?"
Gideon leaned back in his chair and lazily nodded.
Emboldened by his attitude, she strutted over and patted my cheek. "Listen closely to what a real woman sounds like."
That night, moans filled the living room. I couldn't escape them.
The next morning, Gideon ordered me to breakfast as usual. I refused, unwilling to be his puppet any longer.
He forgot our marriage was based on a contract, and it was due in three days.