I Divorced the Devil with a Pet Snake

Everyone in Chicago said Damien Sinclair was a cold-blooded monster.

He kept a house full of venomous snakes—yet none were colder than he was.

I married him only because our engagement had existed before the Carter family went bankrupt.

Over the years, he toyed with countless women. And I, his so-called wife, was left to deal with them.

When I knelt to write checks to make them leave, those women would lift my chin with the tips of their high heels and sneer,

“Mr. Sinclair said you should kneel to send us off.”