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He Tested My Worth, Cheating Proved Me Right

We’d been married for three years, yet my husband, Gerard Blanding, had never once let me into his study. He kept his guard up around me in every possible way… because I was just the wife he bought for five million dollars. And yet, I accepted it willingly… because I had secretly loved him for five long years. Three months ago, he gave me a list—sixty-six tests I had to pass. “If you can get through every one of them,” he said, “then we’ll finally be a real couple.” I was just about to complete the sixty-sixth when I got a call from the police. “Hello, Vikki Blanding? Your husband’s been arrested for soliciting prostitution. Please come to the station to cooperate with the situation.” It felt like a bolt of lightning struck me. Still refusing to believe it, I grabbed my keys and rushed to the station. Inside, Gerard sat with his head lowered, trying to act cute as he begged for forgiveness. “Hey, I know I messed up, okay? I won’t drag you into my nonsense anymore, I swear. I already did everything you asked—took the punishment, made it up to you and Vikki. Come on, smile for me.” Tessa’s voice was soft and playful, her eyes still red as she finally smiled through her tears. “Alright then, it’s a deal. From now on, you have to listen to me. When I tell you to stop, you stop. And also—” Gerard nodded over and over like a fool, then leaned in and kissed her. When I arrived at the police station, I didn’t see either of them. After asking around, I learned they had already left for an amusement park. I overheard a young cop grumbling under his breath. “Man, rich people really have their own kind of fun. Just to make his side chick happy, that guy actually let himself get arrested for soliciting, and then had his wife come bail him out.” “They’re practically regulars here. The first time, they got in a fight over some sexy couple photos. The second time, she claimed the custom diamond necklace he bought her gave her an allergic reaction and accused him of trying to kill her. The third time, they came back from a trip and she cried about almost being trafficked… None of it’s trouble. They just love showing off.” I turned around and walked out. Like I didn’t already know about their dirty little scandals. But none of it mattered anymore. Those few years of my youth—I’d just count them as something I gave him. One month from now, I’d be gone for good.