Her Provocation, My Broken Heart
Anya Sawyer and I have been married for eight years.
In that time, she brought 99 men back home.
One day, I found myself looking at the 100th young man she had brought home ever since we got married.
He shot me a taunting look before turning to Anya. "Ms. Sawyer, is this your useless husband?"
Anya leaned into her seat and replied with a lazy yes.
The young man patted my cheek with a grin. "Tonight, I'll show you what a proper man is capable of."
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That evening, I was forced to sit in the living room and listen to their moans all night long.
The next morning, Anya ordered me to prepare breakfast for her as usual.
I refused.
She seemed to have forgotten our marriage was by contract.
That day just so happened to be the third-to-last day of our contract.