Chapter 1

I thought a man with "three legs" was too much trouble, so I married a "two-legged" husband instead.

My husband was impotent and had a volatile temper.

He was cold and heartless to everyone else, but gentle only to me.

I was the only one who could soothe his irritable moods.

I thought we were the perfect platonic couple.

Until a week before our wedding, I discovered he had been keeping an 18-year-old girl on the side.

The girl came to me with a list of hotel check-ins and a stack of condom receipts.

99 check-ins, 693 condoms.

"Sister, you must know how strong and powerful my darling's 'third leg' is, right?" she smirked.

"The unloved one is the mistress. Evelyn, my darling can't even get it up for you, can he?"

I looked across the table at this young girl with a ponytail, wearing a pure white dress. She looked exactly like me when I was eighteen.

I lit a cigarette and took a drag, feeling a sharp pain in my lungs.

The girl kept chattering away.

"It's too sad to marry someone who doesn't love you, Evelyn. You should find someone who loves you. That's the only way you'll be happy in the future."

I slowly exhaled, forming a smoke ring.

Listening to her words, I couldn't help but laugh.

The girl's expression crumbled a bit. "What are you laughing at?"

"Evelyn, your fiancé told me he loves me in your marital home. Shouldn't you be reflecting on yourself instead of laughing? Don't you believe that with just one phone call, my darling will do anything for me?"

I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes. I couldn't help coughing a couple of times before saying, "I believe you."

I stubbed out my cigarette and looked at the girl.

"Derek doesn't know you came to see me, does he?"

The girl froze, a flash of embarrassment crossing her face.

I was already thirty years old.

Teenage girls wear their thoughts on their faces.

However, she only paused for a second before speaking, "Even if he knew, he wouldn't do anything to me."

Saying this, she seemed to call Derek out of spite.

Hearing the ringing tone, I felt a glimmer of anticipation in my heart.

When the call connected, the girl began speaking coquettishly, "Darling, do you love Evelyn?"

Derek replied almost without hesitation: "I love her."

My heart sank, but he continued, "Or at least I used to. Now I love you the most."

The girl asked sweetly, "If I got into a fight with Evelyn, whose side would you take?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was full of indulgence: "Yours, of course, my little princess. But you'll have to help me out tonight too."

I gripped my cup tightly, my face expressionless.