His Wife's Ultimate Betrayal

My wife, Scarlett, doubled her company' s stock value overnight, and her idea of celebrating involved a new pair of men, not for her investors, but seemingly for me to "coach."

It was the peak of our three-year marriage, a performance where I was a mere accessory, like a thousand-dollar vase-present, but never truly seen.

She ordered me, her 'good little cuckold,' to buy protection and champagne for an hour-long tryst with two strangers, right in our penthouse, while her friends tittered with malicious laughter.

The final straw broke when she smirked, "You' ve been my good little cuckold for so long, you should be an expert by now."

That night, Liam wasn' t just going to buy the champagne; he was going to turn her perfect world upside down.