Part 1I Want a Divorce, But My Husband Wants to Play Games

"If you ever want a divorce, you can have one anytime."

That's what Arthur Vance told me on our wedding day.

I believed him.

Two months later, on the day his true love returned, I placed the divorce agreement in front of him.

Arthur looked out the window, his expression flat.

"It's raining.

"I'm in a bad mood. Let's divorce next time."

Me: ???

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On the very night Chloe Thorne returned.

Fueled by liquid courage, I slept with Arthur Vance.

The trail of clothes discarded from the front door to the bedroom was proof of the urgency of our encounter.

Arthur tried to maintain his reason, pushing me away.

His eyes, slightly red, stared intently at me. His Adam's apple bobbed slowly.

"Elena, look closely. Do you know who I am?

"If we continue, don't regret it."

I was panting slightly. I looked up, grabbed him by the collar, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him.

What a joke. I was sleeping with my legal husband; what was the problem?

Until the second half of the night, when I started to regret it. This guy's stamina was terrifying.

I tried to sneak away, but the person behind me grabbed my ankle and pulled me back.

Warm breath tickled my ear. Arthur's voice, deep and rich, ghosted over the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Be a good girl. Quitting halfway isn't allowed."