Chapter 1

For three years, my boyfriend Arthur had repeatedly suggested we live together, and I'd always declined.

Now that we were engaged, I asked him if he wanted to move in. But he said:

"It's not really convenient. There's a woman living at my place."

I froze. "What?"

He sighed, a frustrated sound.

"You're not even willing to satisfy my most basic intimate needs. What am I supposed to do?"

"I'm not a saint. If you can't give it to me, I'll find another woman."

"She's just a casual arrangement. I pay her daily, and she takes care of my needs."

"You're completely inexperienced in this area. Maybe you can talk to her; she knows all my preferred positions..."

Seeing my silence, he continued:

"Learn well, and I'll see what kind of surprise you can give me on our wedding night."

Faced with such a shameless demand,

I pulled out my phone and quickly sent a message to the wedding planner:

[Wedding canceled.]

I hadn't told him that I'd bought the spacious condo he'd been eyeing.

To surprise him, I'd spent the last year working tirelessly, securing several major clients and crushing two years of company KPIs into a single one.

As soon as I received my bonus, I bought the apartment.

I'd even secretly spent almost six months renovating it, all without his knowledge.

This week, I'd meticulously decorated the bedroom, just waiting for today, when he and I would move in together.

It was meant to celebrate our upcoming new chapter in life.

I even had the agreement to add his name to the property deed ready, just waiting for us to get married.

Thinking back to how I'd just asked to move in together, Arthur put an arm around my waist:

"How about you buy a maid outfit? I'd love that!"

I subtly shifted my body, avoiding his touch.

Arthur didn't notice at all; instead, he excitedly pulled out his phone:

"I also like nurse uniforms. Can you get both?"

"Look at Eve's uniform temptation – isn't it absolutely divine?"

I stared intently as he opened a secret photo album on his phone, an album I'd never seen before.

Inside, it was filled with countless photos of that girl named Eve.

Maid outfits, nurse uniforms, sailor uniforms...

Everything imaginable.

Even I, a woman, felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Let alone Arthur, a hot-blooded man.

But for some reason, I felt like this woman looked familiar.

As if I'd seen her somewhere before.

Before I could think it through, Arthur's gulping sound interrupted my thoughts.

To cover his awkwardness, he continued to scroll through their intimate photos.

All of them were taken after he'd told me "goodnight."

It was laughable that I used to think it was incredibly self-disciplined for a grown man to go to bed early and wake up early every day.

I'd even secretly rejoiced at finding a man who shared my routine.

But I never imagined his night life was so rich.

So rich that for three years of our relationship, he was cheating with other women every single night.

He even kindly explained the bizarre sex toys in the photos that I'd never seen before:

"Karen, these are game-changers! When Eve's on her period, we just switch things up."

"Let me tell you, women, they should be classy during the day, and wild in bed at night."

His phone suddenly vibrated.

A payment alert popped up.

Only then did I realize that the $10,000 monthly salary he'd told me about was a lie.

He nervously swiped away the $32,000 payment notification and rubbed his nose: