Chapter 1

1 I'd been married to Sarah Armstrong for eight freakin' years.

And she'd brought home ninety-nine guys.

I stared at the hundredth one， this young punk in front of me.

He gave me this cocky look， then turned to Sarah.

"Sarah， is this your…husband? The one who can't get anything right?"

Sarah leaned back in her chair， all bored.

"Yep， that's him， Mikey."

Mikey swaggered over and actually patted my cheek， laughing.

"Listen close tonight， old timer. You might learn something about how real men do things!"

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That night， I was stuck in the living room， listening to them…you know.

The next morning， Sarah， like always， ordered me to make breakfast.

I just said no.

She seemed to forget， we had a deal.

And today was the third-to-last day of that deal.

Sarah looked at me， surprised as hell.

I hadn't ever refused her anything in the past eight years.

She looked me up and down， like I was some kind of freak.

"Danny， what's your problem? Did last night scramble your brain?"

I just looked at her， didn't say a word.

Finally， she got creeped out.

"Fine， don't make breakfast. You're bugging me， staring like that!"

She waved her hand， and told the housekeeper to get breakfast ready.

Then Mikey， Mr. Charmer， strolled over， grinning.

"Hey， man， how'd you like the show last night? Pretty wild， huh?"

He was about to say more， but Sarah yanked him back.

"Mind your business. Go wash up and eat."

The kid just winked at me， practically bursting with smugness.

At the breakfast table， Sarah and Mikey were all lovey-dovey， feeding each other.

I kept my head down， trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life.

After a while， someone tapped my arm.

I looked up.

Sarah was standing there， frowning.

"What's with you?"

I just stared at her， confused.

Sarah's eyes narrowed.

"What are you thinking about so hard?"

I blinked.

"Just…what I'm going to do next， when this is over."

Sarah scoffed.

"What can you do? Besides cleaning and cooking， what are you good for?

Hearing her say those demeaning words like it was nothing， didn't even faze me anymore.

I guess I was just used to it.

For eight years， I gave up everything to take care of Sarah， all my time revolved around her.

I almost forgot what it was like to have my own life， my own dreams.

Eight years ago， my mom was dying， and I needed cash， fast.

Sarah showed up out of nowhere.

She offered me five million bucks.

The catch?

I had to marry her.

Help her deal with her family.

For my mom， I said yes.

And for eight years， I watched her bring home a parade of different dudes.

One time， Sarah was drunk， and she looked at me， real serious.

"Danny， we're from different worlds， don't get any ideas about me."

I always thought she just didn't know how to love anyone.

But last year， I found out she had a boyfriend who died when she was younger.

And Mikey， the guy she brought home yesterday， looked a lot like him.

So， seeing Sarah eating breakfast with Mikey， didn't even surprise me.

I was already trying to figure out the best time to get out of here.

Sarah snapped my name， brought me back to earth.

"I'm thinking about getting a job，" I said to her.

Sarah snorted.

"Someone like you? You could probably get a job cleaning toilets at Armstrong Corp. Even Jimmy， who just graduated， is better than you."

Before I could say anything， Jimmy came out of the bedroom.

"Sarah， do I look good in this?"

He was wearing one of the outfits Sarah usually kept for her dead boyfriend.

The last time I was cleaning， and accidentally touched one， Sarah slapped me.

But now， she looked at Jimmy， all lovey-eyed.

"You look perfect. You can wear whatever you want from in there."

Jimmy did a little strut， then turned to me， all smiles.

"Hey， Danny， what do you think?"

I gave him a nod， and actually meant it.

"Looks good， man!"

That shut him up for a second.

Before he could say anything else， I turned around and went back to my room.

Three more days until I'm out of here， I need to get my stuff together.