Chapter 1

My husband, Dennis Blackwood, had a virginity complex.

When he sent his new lover to me for reconstructive surgery, the woman gloated:

"I heard you two have been married for five years, and he hasn't even touched you? We only met ten days ago, and he has sex with me three times every night. He practically dies of pleasure in my arms!"

I didn't react. I just went through the motions, asking about her medical history.

Throughout, I calmly listened to her describe how many positions she’d tried.

She didn't know that before her, I had performed ninety-nine surgeries for Dennis Blackwood’s lovers.

I had been enraged once, crying and screaming at Dennis, completely losing my composure.

All I got in return was Dennis's contemptuous smirk:

"Just relax and enjoy being a trophy wife. When I'm done playing around, I'll naturally come home."

As the girl was wheeled into the operating room, Dennis stopped me.

"While you're at it, give her a vaginal cosmetic surgery too. She's really into looking good."

Seeing my silence, the man chuckled and tucked a credit card into my hand.

"Your payment."

I smiled back, carefully putting the card away.

He'd forgotten. The time stipulated in our pre-nuptial agreement had arrived.