Chapter 2
Eleanor’s voice was choked with sobs as she buried her face in my chest, much like a pitiful, wronged kitten.
I could feel a distinct warmth spreading across my chest. I knew her tears had soaked through my pajama top.
I raised my hand to wipe the tears from her face. Some of my anger subsided, and my tone softened noticeably.
“Alright, Ellie, stop crying.”
“Then you won’t divorce me, right?”
Her tearful, wide eyes gazed up at me, perfectly angled for maximum effect.
Of course, I knew this was all part of her carefully calculated performance.
After a long pause, I finally said the word she had been waiting for. “Alright.”
After freshening up again, Eleanor became even more proactive, inviting me to consummate our marriage. However, her enthusiasm was quickly interrupted by a work–related call I pretended to receive.
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Using overtime as an excuse, I spent the entire night in the study instead.
The next morning, Eleanor seemed to feel a pang of guilt. My bank account received an
extra one hundred thousand dollars.
She was fond of using money as an apology, and I, naturally, was happy to accept it.
In the following days, Eleanor tried her best to please me.
She would either prepare breakfast early in the morning or bring back gifts after work.
One evening, I came home late due to work. As soon as I entered, I saw Eleanor’s busy figure in the kitchen. She had prepared an entire feast.
Seeing me, she affectionately asked me to wash my hands and join her for dinner.
Normally, such tasks were left to the housekeeper. But now, in an effort to win me over, she had taken it upon herself to cook.
At the dinner table, Eleanor kept adding food to my plate and even suggested making up for our wedding night.
“Honey, don’t sleep in the study tonight, okay?”
I silently calculated the timing in my head and agreed.
After dinner, I carried Eleanor back to the bedroom.
The room was filled with a pleasant aroma from a lit scented candle, and flower petals were scattered across the bed.
Eleanor had meticulously prepared everything, determined to win me over.
The atmosphere grew heated as I leaned over Eleanor, my hand trailing along her waist and moving downward.
Suddenly, a warm, wet sensation spread across my hand.
Eleanor’s period had arrived.
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Eleanor’s period had arrived.
She seemed to realize it too and hurried to the bathroom.
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After a while, she came out of the bathroom, wrapping her slender arms around mine and speaking in a voice as soft as water.
“Honey, my period came.”
I affectionately patted her head and got up to make her some hot cocoa in the kitchen.
In the kitchen, I dropped a sleeping pill into her cup.
After drinking the cocoa, Eleanor quickly fell asleep.
I tucked her in and casually picked up her phone from the bedside table.
When I opened WhatsApp, the group chat I had seen before was indeed gone.
Her contact list now had me pinned at the top, while the rest of the messages were all work–related.
Switching seamlessly to her secondary WhatsApp account, I found the familiar seven–person group chat again.
The latest message had been sent that morning. In it, Eleanor reminded the
group.
[I’ve been busy pacifying my husband. Once tonight is over, I’ll be yours again!]
