My Scumbag Husband's Life Is My Retirement Fund
Language: en
The Christmas Eve before, Julian wasn't busy stuffing gifts into our kids' stockings. No, he was too preoccupied, lavishing cash on a dancer's sheer stockings. He'd turned to me, offering a hollow comfort: "Serena was making her stage debut, and it was all just a publicity stunt, she needed the buzz. I was just playing along." Everyone laughed at me, but I didn't make a scene. I didn't scream, I didn't shout. They had no idea. I had made a pact with Death himself. For every time Julian cheated, a year of his life would transfer to me. By my count, Julian, who was supposed to live to…