My Sleeping Beauty Husband

For the next few days, it felt like I had opened the door to a whole new world.

Every time I wiped Leopold's body, I had to sneak a few touches. It was the only way to satisfy my urges.

Each time I stroked those abs, Leopold's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

At first, I felt awkward about it. But now, I was utterly shameless and even boldly said to him,

"You owe me this!

"Just look at how wild Simeon is! I've already made enough sacrifices by marrying you. What's the harm in a few extra touches?"

One afternoon, after finishing lunch, I quickly sent the nanny away, locked the door, and got ready to stroke those abs. Uh...wipe down Leopold's body.

Suddenly, Wendy showed up at my door in an extravagant dress.

"Layla! I'm planning to run away!

"I can't take another day in this place!"

I opened the door to see her hair in a tangled mess, and her dress was splattered with something that looked like red wine.

Shocked, I rolled up my sleeves. "Who bullied you?"

Whoever dared to mess with my best friend had made a powerful enemy. I'd definitely back her up.

Wendy huffed angrily. "Mia Vega, Simeon's precious first love, is back! She deliberately spilled wine on me at the party and then acted all innocent. That conniving bitch!"

I froze.

"Simeon was sexually frigid. Since when did he have a first love?" I thought.

The more Wendy thought about it, the angrier she got. She punched one of the decorations on my door and smashed it to pieces.

"Simeon? Sexually frigid, my ass! He's been faithful to Mia this whole time!

"And now that Mia's back, not only is he letting her bully me, he even made me apologize to her! I can't take it anymore!

"So, what? Was I just a stand-in for Mia these past months? I swear, I'm leaving today! I'm getting a divorce!"

I listened in growing fury, silently cursing Simeon for being such a jerk.

Wendy grabbed my hand. "Are you coming with me or not?"

I glanced back at Leopold's still-comatose body, my mind lingering on those abs I hadn't touched yet today. I swallowed hard.

But when I saw the determination in Wendy's eyes, I made up my mind. "We're best friends. If you're running, I'm running with you. You divorce today, I'll divorce tomorrow."

We immediately agreed on our escape plan.

"Although." Wendy added, "I've only saved up fifty million dollars so far. It's not enough to cover us both."

Wendy waved off my concern. "Don't worry! Simeon, that cheating jerk, gave me a Bayview Villa just to get rid of me. I'll sell it, and we'll split the money. Half for you, half for me."

That sounded like a solid plan to me.

So, we started plotting our escape and divorce.