The Villainess's Reckoning
Nathan Carter was famous in high society for being completely devoted to his wife.
All because I had an almost obsessive need to control him.
Not only did he have to video call me every five minutes to check in, but every morning when I woke up, I expected a five-thousand-word love letter waiting for me.
The first time he was a minute late checking in, my paranoia spiraled out of control, and I bombarded him with ninety-nine voice messages, threatening to kill myself.
He transferred me one million dollars, dropped to his knees, and swore it would never happen again before I reluctantly forgave him.
His voice softened as he leaned closer, trying to kiss me.
Suddenly, a flood of comments explo