Sleepless Alone
Language: en
After cancelling my engagement to my arch-nemesis I finally got my wish: I married his uncle, Arthur Marston. For three years, I curbed my rebellious streak, playing the dutiful Mrs. Marston. Even when he forgot my birthday, I swore I’d melt his heart. Then came our anniversary. I’d booked a yacht, hired a line of male models, and video-called Arthur. His face remained impassive, despite the lavish scene on my end. “Something wrong?” he asked. The next second, I heard a woman’s voice from his side. “Arthur, who’s calling?” Before I could press for details, the call ended. Simultaneously, a…