Part 1His Cold Heart Has a Noisy Inner Voice

After three years of a secret marriage where Sebastian Stone never touched me, I'd had enough of his cold shoulder. I asked for a divorce.

His handsome face remained expressionless, his voice indifferent.

"Suit yourself."

Then, the moment the door clicked shut, I heard a familiar voice in my head:

[My wife wants a divorce! It must be some other guy seducing her! Damn it!]

[That shameless little homewrecker, daring to leave a hickey on my wife's neck? Does he think I'm dead?]

A pause, then the voice cracked with a sob:

[Why does my wife want to leave me? Is it because I've been slacking on my workouts? But my abs are still rock hard!]

[Or does she think I can't satisfy her, so she went looking for some foxy man? Boohoo~ I always let her finish first...]

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My heart trembled, and my legs went weak.

Maybe I was just starved for affection, but lately, I’d been having those kinds of dreams more often.

The Sebastian in my dreams was nothing like the man in reality.

By day, he was buttoned-up, ascetic, and distant, his shirt always buttoned to the very top. The eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were as cold as a dead pool.

But in my dreams...

His desires were insatiable, completely unrestrained.

Glasses off, those narrow, phoenix eyes burned with lust, fierce and dangerous.

Pressing me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the cold glass against my back contrasting sharply with his scorching body heat that threatened to melt me...

His long fingers showed no restraint, moving with undeniable force, mapping every inch of my body.

This extreme contrast was driving me crazy.

I felt like I was losing my mind, unable to tell which version of him was real.