Done Being His Contract Wife, I Left My Husband

At three in the morning, I received a call from the anti-prostitution squad for the 199th time in my five years of marriage.

My husband had been caught again—this time with his widow sister-in-law.

When I arrived, the squad members looked embarrassed, scratching their heads.

"Ms. Sandler... today's team was all new recruits. They didn't know you'd asked us not to arrest Mr. Romulo and Ms. Brown before."

I shook my head, my expression perfectly calm.

Oliver's collar was open, a red mark at his throat, and he held the crying Czarina in his arms, soothing her relentlessly.