My Scumbag Husband's Life Is My Retirement Fund

The Christmas Eve before, Julian wasn't busy stuffing gifts into our kids' stockings.

No, he was too preoccupied, lavishing cash on a dancer's sheer stockings.

He'd turned to me, offering a hollow comfort:

"Serena was making her stage debut, and it was all just a publicity stunt, she needed the buzz. I was just playing along."

Everyone laughed at me, but I didn't make a scene.

I didn't scream, I didn't shout.

They had no idea.

I had made a pact with Death himself.

For every time Julian cheated, a year of his life would transfer to me.