Golden Handcuffs, Farewell To Jude

For five years, our marriage was a secret. I begged my billionaire husband to accompany me to a high school reunion, but he spent the whole night thirsty for my former classmates' attention.

Since then, every single night, those women have been coming to our house. They linger in our bed with Jude, their moans echoing through the walls.

I was forced to listen to every disgusting sound.

"She's like a dead fish in bed. She's only good for serving tea and acting like a maid," Jude's voice would