My husband never comes home, but he wires me $50,000 every month for "pocket money." No kids, no annoying in-laws to serve—my life is freaking awesome! My best friend and I had a date with some male models. Just as we were about to leave, the housekeeper ran to me in a panic. "Bad news, Madam! Mr. Sterling is bringing the mistress home!" I beamed. "Clean up, make sure everything is perfect." The housekeeper was shocked. "Madam, she's a homewrecker!" I immediately corrected her, sternly adjusting her bad attitude: "What homewrecker? That's the Mistress." Housekeeper: ? Ethan Sterling: ? 1 In this day and age, husbands like Ethan Sterling who just give money and never come home are rare. As long as the fifty grand hits my account on time, I don't miss him one bit. Why would I? Are the twenty-something male models not handsome enough? Not fragrant enough? Or is their stamina lacking? They are way too exciting, okay?! "Mrs. Higgins, I'm heading out first. Make sure the mistress is comfortable." Mrs. Higgins froze: "Madam, where are you going?" To make room for them, of course. I can't be a third wheel at home. I grabbed my new Chanel bag, turned, and left, not forgetting to wave goodbye. It's not that I don't want to serve them. Mainly, I'm afraid of being an eyesore to the VIPs. It is absolutely not because my best friend, Chloe, already booked ten male models that I'm skipping out on welcoming the mistress. I peeked at the housekeeper behind me and trotted quickly to the van parked at the door. My sweethearts, I'm coming! Pushing open the door to see two top-tier models, my mood was through the roof. Chloe pushed a model towards me, a bit confused. "Serena, didn't you say your husband is coming home today? You still dare to come out and play?" I said while stroking the abs of the guy in front of me. "Go? Why not go? He brought the mistress back. It would be rude of me to hang around in front of them, right?" Oh my, feels so good. Besides, how can a husband be as fun as these boys? The car started, and the clear voice of the boy beside me drifted into my ears. "Sister really knows how to live. The wine has breathed, want a glass?" I happily scratched the boy's chin, took the red wine from his hand, and drank it all. "Young mouths are sweeter, unlike old men who are hard all over except their mouths." Several glasses down. I drank too fast. The wind blowing in from the window was cool and refreshing. It blew me dizzy, lying on the boy's lap. Everything was perfect, like being on cloud nine. Just as I was immersed in it, a sudden phone ring pulled me back to reality. I pouted, what a buzzkill, but still pressed answer. A familiar male voice came from the phone. "Serena Vance, where are you right now?" Because I just drank, I was still dizzy and didn't check the caller ID. I answered arrogantly, not recognizing who it was for a moment. "Who is this? Sister is having fun." Silence on the other end. Just as I was about to curse "psycho" and hang up. I heard three words squeezed out through gritted teeth. "Your husband." Crap, it's Ethan Sterling! The word "husband" was like a bucket of ice water poured on me, sobering me up completely. I laughed awkwardly: "Hubby, why aren't you asleep so late?" I glanced at the time and clicked my tongue. Is the mistress bad in bed, or is Ethan bad? It's only 11 PM, and they're done? "Where did you go?" I was just about to make up an excuse. Then I heard a female voice from the phone, delicate and weak, sounding pitiful. "Mr. Sterling, can we start now?" "Okay, coming right away." Ethan seemed to cover the mouthpiece, his voice coming through faintly. Like there was a secret he didn't want me to hear. But I didn't want to hear it at all. Even if I'm open-minded, I'm not open enough to listen to my husband moaning with another woman. "So you haven't started yet. Don't worry, hubby, I'll stay at a hotel tonight, won't disturb you." Without waiting for a reply, I hung up directly. Chloe turned to look at me. "What, your husband checking on you?" I put down the phone, pinched the model's lean waist, and spoke lightly. "No, just told me not to go home and disturb them. Forget it, let's keep playing." The next day, I deliberately waited until the afternoon to go back. Afraid of going back too early, before they woke up, and ruining their good time. As soon as I entered, I felt a chill in the house. I wanted to call Mrs. Higgins. Looking up, I found my husband, Ethan, sitting on the sofa. His face was gloomy, eyes cold enough to freeze people. "You know to come back?" 2 I suddenly had a bad premonition. Done for. The mistress didn't satisfy him. He's taking it out on the wife! Although rolling my eyes internally, I had to keep up appearances. I walked to my husband with a standard eight-tooth smile and sat down obediently. "What's wrong, hubby?" Ethan's hand on his leg tapped rhythmically, looking at me lazily. "What, don't want me here?" I quickly leaned over, hugging his arm coquettishly with a delicate laugh. "How could that be? I wish hubby could come back often to keep me company. I'm very lonely at home by myself." You can come home, but please don't come home suddenly! I thought resentfully, but kept smiling on the surface. "Hubby must have worked hard last night. I'll have Mrs. Higgins make you some soup tonight to replenish." I massaged his shoulders and arms like a sycophant, taking the chance to check for hickeys under his shirt. None is fine, if there are, pretend not to see. He gives enough allowance anyway. One must be content and always maintain the mindset of "America's Best Wife." "Pack up, come with me to the old mansion for dinner today." I slapped my forehead. I played so hard last night that I forgot today is the day to visit Grandma Sterling. Grandma treats me very well. She was the one who picked me out of many candidates. Otherwise, I would just be an ordinary person, unable to have this carefree life. Although there's no affection between Ethan and me, I always treat Grandma Sterling as my own. After changing, I saw Ethan leaning against the door frame. His long, bony hands played with a white box. He looked up at me. "Give me your hand." I was confused but complied. I can't let my sugar daddy stay angry. Suddenly, I felt something cold on my wrist. Looking down, an exquisitely crafted bracelet was on my wrist. Looks expensive. "Gift from a business partner. Don't overthink it." Before I could react, he left the walk-in closet. I chased after him, sweet words pouring out. "Oh, hubby is so good to me, I love you to death." Ethan didn't even glance at me. "Be normal." I rubbed the bracelet, pondering his motive. Is this man feeling guilty for keeping a mistress outside? So he's compensating me with jewelry? If so, find a few more outside. I don't mind my closet being filled with expensive jewelry at all. Thinking of this, I beamed. Ethan turned impatiently, seeing me not getting in the car, urged: "Coming or not?" I quickly got in and sat next to him. Silent all the way, but the low pressure around Ethan from the morning was gone. The old mansion is close to where we live. When the car stopped, I opened the door myself. Just about to get off, Ethan grabbed me. "Behave yourself tonight. Grandma is old, can't handle your antics." He reminded me for a reason. Last time, I brought Grandma a romance novel. Result: The butler caught Grandma reading under the covers in the middle of the night. The old lady, with presbyopia, held a phone for light in one hand and the book far away in the other. Squinting, reading with difficulty. "Hubby, how can you think of me like that? I've always been well-behaved." I made a shy gesture. Ethan turned his head away, as if I was unsightly. "Let's hope so." I rolled my eyes. Only the mistress is good, only the mistress is pleasing to the eye. I turned and ran towards the villa. "Grandma, I'm here." "Oh, Serena is finally here. You haven't come to chat with this old lady for a long time." I hugged Grandma's arm, acting spoiled. "I'm here now." Grandma couldn't wait to pull me to the sofa. "Quick, continue telling me the story about the domineering CEO falling for the mute wife." Ethan followed us grumpily, glaring at me occasionally. "Grandma, those are nutritious-less things. Read less." Grandma was unhappy, turning to look at Ethan seriously. "What, at my age, you want Grandma to go to college?" I hid behind Grandma, righteous. These are my bedtime readings. I read them every night. How can he say that? Ethan saw me sticking my tongue out at him from behind Grandma, his expression constipated. I quit while ahead, taking out the prepared novel from my bag. "Grandma, this time I brought another one, called The CEO's Ruthless Love." 3 The next second, Ethan hauled me out. "Serena Vance, if you show Grandma these things again, I'll show you what 'Ruthless Love' means!" He emphasized the word "Ruthless." Grandma's worried voice came from inside: "Serena, is Ethan bullying you?" Ethan glanced back, gritting his teeth at me. "If you dare talk nonsense, half your allowance is gone." I cowarded instantly. Who understands? This is my Achilles' heel. I cleared my throat and shouted back with a smile. "How could that be, Grandma? Hubby treats me the best." Ethan put me down, glared at me threateningly again, and went inside. During dinner, Grandma kept glancing at Ethan and me. "Grandma, you looking at me like that makes me shy to eat. What do you want to say?" Grandma put down her bowl and chopsticks, sighed, and finally spoke after a while. "I was thinking about Mrs. Shen's granddaughter next door." "So cute, always calling me Grandma Lin. Her mouth is so sweet, and she feels so soft..." Ethan and I realized the old lady wants a great-grandchild. I tugged at Ethan, asking what to do. He put down his bowl and held my hand. "Serena is still young. Having children early is bad for her body. In a few years, Serena said she wants to have twins to keep you company." I looked at him in shock, mouthing to Ethan: "When did I say I wanted twins?" Ethan glared, applying force to my hand, hurting me. "Who told you not to come home yesterday?" I tried to control my twisted expression and pulled my hand back. Thought that was over, didn't expect it to be waiting for me here. This man is so petty. I gave him and the mistress space, and he's unhappy. Grandma was grinning from ear to ear. "Good, good. Grandma will try to live a few more years, waiting for our Serena to have twins to keep this old lady company." On the way back, I ignored Ethan completely. Arriving at the door, I tried to get out, but found the door locked. I turned angrily to Ethan: "Open the door!" Ethan looked at me calmly, no emotion in his deep eyes. "What are you mad about?" In a fit of anger, I blurted out my thoughts. "You told Grandma I wanted twins. Whether we divorce or not is uncertain, and you talk about kids? If you like twins, go find your mistress to have them!" "Serena Vance!" Ethan suppressed his anger, pinning me against the seat. The pressure dropped to freezing point. I cowarded immediately, daring not to speak. "Unless I say divorce, you can never run away in this lifetime." Click, the door unlocked. Ethan got out and slammed the door. I bit my lip hard, holding back tears. This dog man dared to yell at me! I got out and went inside. Bang, I slammed the bedroom door, not even looking at Ethan. Lying in bed at night thinking about him cutting my allowance. I tossed and turned, then sat up abruptly. "No, is he sick?!" 4 Suddenly, a notification sound. "Zelle received $50,000." Okay, I'm the one who's sick. Seeing the zeros in the balance, I lay back down peacefully. Ethan sent a message: I was too fierce today. Business trip tomorrow, one week. My bad mood was cured instantly. Shopping in the morning, ordering male models at night. Life is good. But facts prove one shouldn't be too arrogant. Because I played too hard this week. I got a fever. "Serena, come out and party. New handsome guys just arrived." My voice was hoarse, sounding like a duck. "Can't play. I'm almost cooked." "Then I'll send a handsome guy to take care of you?" Clearly, Chloe gets me. But she doesn't get my husband. "Don't. I'm just sick, not ready to die." Although I play wild, I don't have the guts to bring men home. Chloe hung up sometime, and I slept groggily for who knows how long. Until someone touched my forehead. "Why so hot?" I thought Chloe ignored my advice and sent a guy, so I didn't open my eyes. Afraid he'd be too handsome to send away. "Handsome, although you're hot, today really isn't a good opportunity to make money. If you don't leave, it won't be just me dying." "Wait till I'm better, then I'll find you, be good." I pushed him while talking. "Serena Vance, you're keeping men behind my back?" The chilly voice was too familiar. I sat up in shock. "Hubby?!" My face was red as a monkey's butt from the fever. He sighed and asked coldly, "Did you take medicine?" I nodded obediently, feeling the fever freeze away. "Rest first. Explain when you're better." Good. Death sentence commuted to probation. Opening my eyes the next morning, I saw Ethan coming out of my bathroom. Water not yet dried flowed down his chest to his abs. Have to say, Ethan's body is better than the bar models'. Plus that handsome face, killing thousands of girls. "Wipe your nosebleed." I quickly wiped my nose, found nothing. Realized belatedly I was played. "Hubby, why are you here?" I twiddled my fingers, asking guiltily. Don't panic, play dumb first, maybe he forgot. He walked over, hands propped by my pillow, trapping me on the bed. Close enough to smell his body wash. His hair wasn't dry, water dripping onto my collarbone, cold. He gently wiped the drop away. This damn man, making my brain dirty early in the morning. "What, didn't you shout yesterday about finding handsome guys when you're well? I have to see what kind my little wife likes." I pondered his words. Why does it sound sour?
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