Mistress #100 Was the Last Straw

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Jaxon Wilde, walks through the door with his hundredth new mistress.

From my neck, he snaps the necklace that was once our token of love and fastens it around hers.

Amid the guests' jeers and mocking laughter, the lady tugs timidly at my gown and murmurs, "Mr. Wilde wants me to wear this dress tonight, Scarlett."

It was a dress altered from my wedding gown ten years ago, and I wore it tonight like a fool, hoping he might remember.

But now, he wants to strip his wife bare in public and give it to his mistress on the wedding anniversary.

Under the weight of everyone's sneers, I look up at him and give him a genuine smile for the first time in a decade.

"Let's get divorced, Jaxon."

When my husband, Jaxon Wilde, brought his hundredth mistress home on our wedding anniversary, I calmly declared, "Let's get a divorce, Jaxon."

…

For a moment, there was silence before laughter erupted all around us, as if I'd just told the joke of the year.

"Ha! Mr. Wilde, how many times has she said that now?"

"Must be the hundredth by now, right? Shall we throw a party to celebrate?"

Jaxon's cold stare turned to scorn. He stepped closer and gripped my chin so hard that I thought my bones would crush.

A scoff escaped his lips as he said, "Divorce? Still playing this same act after ten years, Scarlett? What right do you have to talk about divorce when you had your mom drug me and forced your way into my bed?

"Without me footing your bill, your mom would be dead tomorrow!"

Sure enough, he was talking about the same old accusation. Even after ten years, he clung to the belief that I'd orchestrated Mom to drug him and tear him from his first love, Aveline Rose.

He took my silence for guilt and released my chin with a sneer. The woman beside him, Elowen Faye—who was also Aveline's lookalike—dutifully handed him a napkin.

He ruthlessly wiped his fingers as if he'd touched filth and said, "Ellie's tired. She needs the best room and something nice to wear."

"Sure. How about the guest room next to ours, the same as the last 99 stayed in?" I said.

His brows furrowed with an expression I knew all too well. Whenever I strayed from the script where I was expected to break down, that familiar, disgusted look of "This woman's putting on an act again" would appear on his face.

He gave a cold laugh and pulled Elowen into his arms. "Suit yourself. Just make sure Ellie likes it. She didn't pack anything decent, so bring her those new limited-edition dresses in your closet, and the blue diamond set in your jewelry box."

He paused as his eyes flicked to the dress I was wearing, gleaming with malice. "Also, take this off now. Ellie likes it."

All the jeering laughter in the room died