From Our Marriage Bed to the Divorce Agreement

After getting back together, Ashton Blackwood spent one hundred million to buy his first love’s virginity.

When I went to confront him, I found them tangled together, naked, in our marital bedroom.

Right in front of me, Ashton calmly dressed Vivian, whose skin was still marked with traces of their intimacy, his movements gentle—almost tender.

He said, “Be understanding and gracious. Vivian once saved my life. I still can’t forget her.”

He was certain that, this time too, I—Seraphina—would swallow my pride and endure it.

But faced with Vivian’s taunting smile, I was tired.