Tamed and Leashed My Cheating Husband Became a VIP Pet

After Chloe became a widow, she suddenly got ridiculously gorgeous.

Her skin was glowing, radiant—she looked at least twenty years younger.

I constantly begged her for her skincare routine, but she always dodged the question.

Only after I genuinely lost my temper did she finally confess:

"I just go to that dog cafe for coffee. There’s no magic secret."

I stared at her, totally confused.

"What’s so special about a dog cafe to keep it such a secret?"

Chloe blushed, her gaze turning hazy. Her breathing hitched as if reliving something intensely intimate.