My Husband Wants Me To Serve His Mistress

Kendall Davis lay lazily in his arms, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she spoke, "Blake, is this the old, ugly wife you mentioned? The one who can’t even stir the slightest bit of desire?"

Blake idly ran his fingers through Kendall’s hair, offering nothing more than a dismissive grunt.

Kendall tossed the blanket aside, her skin marked with fresh hickeys, her grin wide. "See? This is how a man reacts to a young, beautiful woman. As a woman, you really failed."

I stayed silent, my gaze fixed on the floor, as I quietly cleaned up the mess.