Wife Escapes Bad Marriage

After signing the contract with Jessica, she observed me with a curious gleam in her eyes before saying, "Being my personal assistant has its requirements. There are aspects about you I'm not entirely satisfied with, and you'll need to address them."

A chill ran down my spine. So, it was a setup; maybe Jessica was just having fun at my expense.

She stood up and approached me, "I appreciate attractive people, and I know you do too. Your appearance is a bit too disheveled for my taste."

She handed me a card, "This is a membership card for the salon I go to. You'll need to update your look as per my instructions."

Then she handed me another card, "This is a gift card for Burlington Mall. You should get some new clothes."

I nervously picked at my fingernails, "Well, I…"

Jessica looked at me, "What’s the problem?"

I struggled to explain, "I... I don’t want to buy any clothes. Especially, I don’t want to wear dresses. If wearing dresses to work is a requirement, I..."

Jessica raised an eyebrow, "Alright, if you don’t want new clothes, that’s fine. But your hair..."

I clenched my fists, "I’m not comfortable with men handling my hair."

Jessica paused, considering, before suggesting, "How about this? I can arrange for the salon to provide a private room for you, with a female stylist, so you’ll have complete privacy. How does that sound?"

I looked up and nodded slightly, "Okay. Honestly, I do want to look polished and presentable. It's just that I haven't done anything with my hair in a really long time."

I’d been cutting my hair on my own for ages; it was far from any recognizable style.

I hadn’t had long hair in a while.

Jessica didn’t press further. She took me to her usual salon. As a top-tier VIP, the salon accommodated all her requests.

The place was deserted, and the female stylist worked silently, without unnecessary chatter. She just focused on her task.

Gradually, I began to relax.

Once she was finished, I emerged with a voluminous, lively hairstyle. The stylist had a keen sense of style and gave me a chic vintage bob.

Jessica clapped her hands in delight, "My instincts are spot on. Aren’t you just like VOGUE's Anna? You’re even more stunning."

My cheeks flushed instantly.