After Eight Lifetimes, I Finally Married the Right Woman

My fiancée claimed she was devoted to God, untouched by worldly desires between men and women.

So I revered her like a saint, never daring to defile her with so much as a thought.

But I accidentally caught her, cheeks flushed, sprawled across a prayer cushion, surrounded by men.

For an entire week, shameful noises spilled from her so-called sacred room each night.

When I finally gathered the courage to confront her, I overheard her giggling with her friends.

“Talia, you’re getting it every night till you're half-crazy and you still pretend to be all serene and pure.”