Chapter 2

My marriage to Lucas was arranged entirely by his mother.

One was secretly happy, the other resented it.

On our wedding night.

Lucas stood at the bedroom door with a look of disgust.

He said: [Hazel, I really underestimated you. Women like you, playing the sympathy card is your tactic, right? Getting close to my mom, getting close to me, then becoming Mrs. Gu.]

[I will never like you, so you might as well give up on that idea.]

After saying that, Lucas left.

The next day, photos of him spending the night at a hotel with some female celebrity were leaked.

The marriage was sensational, and so was the affair.

The one who falls in love first loses.

I cried, I made a fuss, I even begged pitifully.

The result was only more humiliation from Lucas, his new flame, and his friends.

When he forcefully pressed me down, he sneered: [Hazel, why are you pretending to be a chaste woman? Isn't this what you've been wanting me to do to you?]

Afterwards, he threw an agreement at me.

[I've already given you what you wanted. Sign this, and from now on, we'll live our separate lives, and neither of us will bother the other.]

After slapping him, I signed it without hesitation.

Not for any other reason, just afraid he might act like a beast again.

I completely gave up on Lucas.

It was like a sudden enlightenment.

I no longer cared about which girl Lucas was seeing, nor did I focus all my attention on him.

All I cared about was the balance in my bank account.

That balance that increased every month.

Money I couldn't spend, a husband who never came home, and a caring boyfriend.

How did I not understand this before!

"If you don't have anything to add, just sign it."

Although we're married, we both have our own affairs.

We should still avoid suspicion where necessary.

I understand this principle.

Looking up, I met Lucas's dark eyes.

He just stared at me like that, his gaze unclear and complex.

I knew he probably thought this was another one of my tactics.

"Don't worry, I'm sincere. If you don't believe me, you can have someone look it over for you."

"I don't have any other intentions towards you anymore."

Lucas immediately frowned, his deep voice repeating my words.

"You don't have any other intentions towards me anymore?"

I smiled: "Mm, not anymore."

After a long while.

"I can sign, but it needs some changes."

I poured myself a cup of tea.

Normal.

Lucas was probably just worried the agreement wasn't strong enough and wanted to add a few more conditions.

He threw the paper back on the coffee table and leaned back against the sofa.

"What do you mean by 'can't bring people home'? If I don't bring them home, should I go to a hotel instead, and let my mom catch me?"

"If you can't stand seeing me sleep with others in front of you, go tell my mom, don't ask this of me."

I looked at him in surprise.

He meant he wanted to bring people home to sleep with.

Thinking of that scene, I pursed my lips and said coldly: "Change that request."

"No changes. Either you don't interfere with how many women I bring back, or I won't sign."

To be honest, this request was a bit too much.

I don't have a hobby of watching live porn.

Nor do I want to appreciate others' most primitive activities.

Just thinking about the quiet home suddenly filled with chattering women and fancy tea.

It made me sick.

"Well, do you agree or not?"

"Do you really have to do this?"

He nodded with a smile: "That's right, this is my only request."

Our eyes met.

Lucas's aggressive gaze reminded me of that night.

Humiliation, fear.

Taking a deep breath.

"Fine."