Wife Escapes Bad Marriage

Jessica licked her lips and said, "I heard from Arjun's team that you managed to sort out his stomach problems?"

I nodded. "In business, it's tough to maintain regular meals; there's always another meeting, another drink. The stress from negotiations can be intense. I've tried many things for his stomach issues. Depending on the season and his symptoms, I had different remedies ready. Besides wholesome soups, I've concocted various hangover cures. I even taught myself reflexology and developed a foot massage routine to help him stay healthy."

Jessica looked at my hands, her eyes shining with interest. "Kayleigh, you are truly remarkable!" Her smile was broad and genuine.

She pulled out a pen and crossed out the twenty thousand on the contract. I was confused.

She wrote thirty thousand instead, then paused, crossed it out, and wrote fifty thousand.

I swallowed hard. A fifty-thousand-dollar monthly salary was incredibly tempting for someone like me who's used to managing the home.

I couldn't help but mumble, "Actually, I've also studied sound therapy, essential oil blending, and the latest in scalp treatments..."

Suddenly, I stopped myself. Wait, this is wrong. I'm here to meet the woman my husband is infatuated with, not to sell my skills.

Jessica raised her perfectly arched eyebrow and gave me a playful wink. A big one. I blushed slightly.

She crossed out the fifty thousand and changed it to seventy thousand. Then she added more benefits as she wrote, announcing each perk with her alluring voice.

"If you agree to be my personal assistant, you'll get six to eight days off each month. During those days, you'll enjoy all-inclusive services at five-star hotels, including Swedish massages, full-body spa treatments, a luxury suite with a panoramic view, an infinity pool, a jacuzzi, hot springs access, seafood feasts, and private chef services. Plus, in the evenings, you can visit a lounge owned by a friend of mine. With my gold card, you can book male models, starting with four, from exotic types to sweet young things..."

I grabbed Jessica's soft hand abruptly. "Alright, I'll sign."

Turning her down felt almost impolite. I can be a bit of a pushover.

Jessica gave me another big wink and patted my hand. "You cave in so easily. No negotiating at all. You're just too easy to manage."

I wiped the sweat from my forehead. No, my preferences are all good. Really. They're fine!