Inside the jacket
To please my wealthy husband, I signed up for an embarrassing “Wives’ Training Camp.”
The coach pressed down on both sides of my knees, forcing my thighs to spread outward. The tearing pain made me gasp heavily:
“Ahh, Jake, no more…”
A sly glint flashed in his eyes: “You have to train your body to be soft enough—only then will men like it.”
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My name is Sophia, I’m 30 years old, and I’ve been married to my rich husband Richard for almost three years.
Originally, all I had to do was enjoy my comfortable life as a trophy wife, but recently I found some inappropriate messages on his phone.
