Revenge Hair,How I Scalped His Reputation

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I drank the hot milk Brendan handed me and slipped into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, a chilling sensation ran across my scalp.

In the mirror, I saw my head was shaved bald, with a childish drawing of a turtle scrawled across my forehead.

Sofia, the scholarship student I’d sponsored, held the clippers, laughing hysterically.

“Her head is so round, like an egg!”

Brendan stood beside her, his gaze doting on Sofia.

“Sofia’s practicing her hairstyling. She just used you for practice, that’s all. Your hair will grow back, don’t be so dramatic.”