He chuckled softly, taking my hand and using it to unbutton his shirt one by one. “Alright. Whatever they have, you’ll have too.”
Seeing that he was agreeable to anything in his current state, I seized the opportunity and made a bold demand. “Then I want five million dollars. And don’t give me a black card. I want cash. My own allowance, the kind you can’t ask for back!”
“Don’t you want to live like a pampered wife? Why are you being so timid with your requests?” Steven laughed, his calloused fingers stroking my cheek in a way that felt almost tender. “I’ll give you five million a day as an allowance.”
I was stunned. “You’re not lying?”
Men really don’t think straight in bed. Five million a day? That was at least one hundred and fifty million a month! That was far more allowance than I could have ever imagined.
He hummed a low “Mhm.” “As long as you don’t leave me, my money is your money.”
I believed that part. During our marriage, Steven had always been generous. It was only after the divorce that he became a penny-pincher, seemingly wishing I were a pauper.
I cursed him silently in my head. I was about to say more when I suddenly felt a chill. Before I could react, the man above me leaned in and kissed me, his raspy voice whispering,
“Shouldn’t we be going to sleep now, wifey?”
Whatever else I wanted to say was swallowed by his kiss. He quickly conquered my defenses. He was in a good mood tonight, full of energy and new tricks.
I tried my best to stay clear-headed, but soon everything became a blur. I didn't even know how I ended up back in my room…
The next day was bright and sunny.
I had been awake for a while. I was uncomfortable after last night’s activities and couldn’t sleep, my heart heavy with unease. But the man beside me was still asleep, so I kept inching away from him, feigning sleep myself. Finally, he got up. I heard him changing and going into the bathroom to wash up. I thought he was leaving for the office, but then he returned to kiss me.
My eyes snapped open, and I frowned at him in annoyance.
“Aren’t you going to work? Why are you being so clingy?”
He kissed my cheek again. “Clingy? A husband and wife should be affectionate.”

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