His Wife, Her Game, His Escape

thouse. Our marriage was a contract: my absolute emotional submission in exchang

guards drag me from my hospital bed. My crime? I had to apolo

e special chicken soup her chef a

to drink glass after glass of whiskey, know

or, her lover clutched his stomach an

calculating look crossed her face. She was actually considering this fa

ve leaned in close and whispered, "Since you want to leave me so badly, I

orld on fire and walked awa

pte

song for the tech summit," s

room, filled with New York's tech elite, fell silent for a

. She was the CEO of Yates Corp, a tech giant she inherited and grew i

ntman of an indie rock band with a future. Now,

tional servitude with no physical intimacy. A 'no-touch' rule Eve enforced with re

r sex, but about absolute spiritual an

ve, I had to e

was getting a record deal. "This noise distracts you from me, Bennet," she had said, her voi

me the

t was Kas

, smooth as silk, pull

media star whose artistic energy was a cruel echo of the man I us

searched mine. She wanted to see the

aping an arm around Eve' s waist. "What

her pretty boy toy, and her stone-faced husband watc

s my standard line, the one that always sat

right, empty words. I would show no jealousy, no anger. Just quiet, unwavering acceptance. T

in my bones; it was a physical weight in my chest. I was tired of the

r skin. The crowd hooted. Eve shot me a look, a tiny, triumphant smile playing o

dn't give her t

n't play al

ust loud enough to be heard ove

a response. I felt her eyes on my back, a

n was kissing her, a full, public kiss. And Eve... Eve wasn' t looking at him. She was looki

. For four years, I had played the part of the devoted, passionless husband. I had given u

sick joke, and I was d

lled to a number I had saved weeks ago under a gene

thumb moving with a finali

proposal. I need a divorce from Eve Yates

aire who, according to the tabloids, was terminally ill and looking for a husband fo

the m

ater, my p

eedings. A car will be sent for you. However,

ndition. Of course. No

ack, "Wha

y came i

stances and wishes to have a family. The procedure will be handled by ou

son to another. Eve had tried to ensure I could never have a child

t of Eve' s face, that look of triumphant cruelty. I thought

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