Chapter 1
On my wedding night, my husband, Zayn Lloyd, chose to sleep with his mistress on our wedding bed.
I received a video, which showed that Zayn had lavished a fortune to spend the night with his secretary.
Someone was booing. “It’s a showdown: his secretary’s first night versus his wife’s wedding night. Place your bets, guys–who’s Zayn gonna choose. tonight? No refunds!”
Through the noise, Zayn’s voice came through clearly.
“I choose the first night!
“Eleanor is nice, but I’ve been with her too many times. I’m tired of it.
“She’s not like Natalic, who’s still untouched.”
I sneered and pulled out the divorce papers Zayn once signed to prove his commitment when he proposed. I signed my name on it.
A marriage won after 99 proposals collapsed on day one.
Later, while I was at the hospital reviewing the divorce contract, Zayn called me.
“Honey, I just bumped into a fortune teller.
“He told me I shouldn’t see you on our wedding night, shouldn’t go home, and shouldn’t touch any woman–or I’ll lose everything and never have kids.”
I chuckled dryly, eyes settling on the words “leaving with nothing” on the
contract.
He would indeed lose everything.
Zayn thought I laughed at his childishness and chuckled as well. “It’s ridiculous, right? I think the same.
“But maybe we should believe it. We’ve got a long future ahead, so skipping tonight doesn’t matter.”
I felt a stabbing pain in my chest, but I tried to stay calm. “But I’m all alone. I feel scared.”
He laughed indulgently. “Silly girl. I’d never leave you alone.
“I got two suites at the InterContinental Hotel. Yours and mine are side by side, so it’ll feel like we’re spending our wedding night together.
“I even took supplements all day to get ready for tomorrow.”
Usually, I would’ve been delighted at his flirtatious words.
But now, it only made my stomach twist.
I took a long breath and forced my tears down. “Alright.”
When I reached the hotel, I asked a staff member to send the special pajamas I’d picked for our wedding night to Zayn’s room.
I left him a note. “Hubby, I’m waiting for you to help me put this on.”
He replied with a smiley emoji, saying he couldn’t sleep.
But just minutes later, the surveillance footage on my phone told a different story.
“Natalie, why are you wearing Eleanor’s clothes?”
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Natalie Garcia looked down shyly. “I heard it makes things more exciting. Don’t you like it, Mr. Lloyd?”
Zayn swallowed hard when she held petals in her mouth and kissed him.
He didn’t hold back either, his voice rough. “Natalie, call me Zayn.”
I tortured myself by watching the two get close until my body went stiff. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore and threw it up beside the trash can.
It wasn’t until I’d thrown up eight times that they finally stopped.
When Zayn came out of the bathroom, Natalie hugged him from behind.
He turned to face her, held her gently, and tapped her nose playfully.
She seemed encouraged and hugged his neck.
Zayn gave her a teasing grin. “Still not enough for you?
“Why is it that most girls say their first time hurts too much to sleep, but you don’t seem to be done?”
Natalie panicked for a second. But when she looked at him again, her
eyes were red.
“Zayn, I’m also hurting. You’re just too good at this.”
Zayn was amused. “You think I’m that great? Well, you’ll have to wait a bit. I’m going to find my wife.”
Tears ran down Natalie’s cheeks. “I know my place, Zayn. I’m fine with it.
“After today, I’ll leave your life for good…”
Before she could finish, he pulled her into a hard kiss, cutting her off.
“You belong to me. Don’t think you can walk away without my
permission.”
I smiled bitterly. He had once said those same words to me back when we first slept together.
But I was never the only woman in his world.
I watched them lose themselves in each other again.
At the peak of their passion, I pressed the doorbell to his room.
Seeing them suddenly stop, I felt like crying.
I used to avoid love because of my parents‘ failed marriage. I didn’t want to become like my mother, who went crazy after finding out about my father’s constant affairs.
But Zayn slowly broke through my walls with fresh flowers each day, sycamore trees he planted across the city, weekly fireworks, the way he held my hand during the earthquake, and 99 heartfelt proposals. So, I happily married him.
Yet he was the one who made me face the life I hated the most–on the very first day we were married.
