Ex-husband's regret, chasing his cold wife
He smiled at me, his eyes leering and practically undressing me where I stood.
“Yes, Miss Xavier. I can help you out. How much did you say you needed?” he’d said, stroking his pitiful excuse for a beard.
“Five hundred thousand dollars,” I said with a shaky tone. “I promise to pay back, I just…”
He had grabbed my arm, his eyes that of a dog that had seen a fresh piece of meat. I wanted to hurl and run away. “There is other way you can repay me, Miss Xavier,”
Ah, I see.