Chapter 1The Villain's Unwanted Wife

For six months of marriage, my husband Julian Thorne and I were respectful guests to each other.

But I was faking it. Every day, I plotted my escape.

Until the day I was fully prepared, I walked in on him questioning thin air:

"My wife loves me so much, how could she be faking it?"

I pretended nothing happened and postponed my plan.

But that night, Julian became wild and rough, pinning me down and bullying me endlessly.

"Wife, you'll stay by my side forever, right?"

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At 7:00 AM, Julian Thorne woke up on time.

He wasn't a morning person. As usual, he hugged me and snoozed for another two minutes before getting out of bed.

After washing up, he would go to the home gym for an hour of boxing.

8:30 AM was his breakfast time.

But today was strange.

It was 8:40, and Julian hadn't come downstairs yet.

I went to the bedroom to find him and discovered him in the walk-in closet.

His collar was turned up, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He was frowning at some empty spot in the air, questioning coldly:

"My wife loves me so much, how could she be faking it?"

I stopped at the door, subconsciously taking half a step back.

Julian suddenly turned his head, his eyes sharp and chilling like a honed blade.

But in a second, he reverted to the gentle demeanor I was familiar with.

He smiled at me and called out somewhat pitifully:

"Wife, can you help me tie my tie?"

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pretending nothing happened, and walked over briskly.

Skillfully tying a Windsor knot for him, I stood on tiptoes and planted a kiss on the corner of his lips:

"Why the delay today? Breakfast is getting cold."

Before I could withdraw my hand, he grabbed it.

Without warning, Julian cupped the back of my neck and kissed me hard.

Forced to endure it, I tilted my head back, retreating step by step, my breathing chaotic, lips and tongue slightly numb.

Until my back hit the wall, his calloused hand slipped under my shirt, roaming urgently.

I shrank back, pushing against his chest with both hands.

"Julian!"

The air stilled for a moment.

Julian withdrew his hand but still pressed against me, his heavy breathing brushing past my ear.

I pushed him gently, reminding him softly:

"You have an important shareholder meeting this morning, did you forget?"

Julian looked at me without a word, desire and irritability swirling in his eyes.

Since our marriage, he hadn't been this close to losing control for a long time.

Suppressing my wild thoughts, I curved my lips slightly, looking at Julian with eyes full of tenderness.

After a long time, he raised his hand to embrace me, slowly pressing me into his arms.

Resting his chin on my shoulder, his voice revealed attachment and unease:

"Wife, you truly love me, right?"

I raised my hand, hesitated for a moment, then put it down.

"Mm."