During the first year of our marriage, at my birthday banquet, a songstress appeared wearing a silk dress identical to mine.
My husband’s expression turned ice-cold. “Someone, strip that dress off her.”
He was clearly defending my honor, yet I felt not a single spark of warmth in my heart.
For I knew that he was also the man who had once spent a fortune on that very songstress and made a pact to elope with her.
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