His Mistress Passed My Test

Every time one of the girls Carter messed around with showed up at my door, I would say the exact same thing:

"Answer three questions for me. Get them right, and I’ll sign the divorce papers. You can have the title of Mrs. Sterling."

"Get them wrong, and you disappear. Or, I make you disappear."

They all thought they were the exception.

But not a single one of them had ever gotten all three questions right.

Until Carter personally brought that young girl and sat her down right in front of me.

The girl squinted at me with a smug smile: