Paying for My Sin with 99 Lovers

I'm famous in the rich wives' society for having an ostrich-like personality—cowardly and often loves escaping from reality.

In my three-year marriage, I've personally conducted cosmetic surgeries on 99 substitutes of Callum Holden's first love, Alice Teller.

Veronica Dane, the 99th substitute, stares at her reflection in the mirror in delight. There's a trace of mockery in her eyes at the same time.

"Mrs. Holden, I heard that you've been alone throughout your marriage. What a shame… To think that the nation's best plastic surgeon can't work on altering her own face.

"In order to thank you for your efforts, I'll give you a glimpse of Callum's bedroom performance when the time comes. How about that?"

I tune out Veronica's mocking words. After all, I've gone through similar situations 98 times in the past, and I have fought back before.

But all Callum said to me was, "You owe me this much, Talia. You can never finish atoning for your sins, even if it takes you your entire life!"

The thing is, he has forgotten that I've given him 99 substitutes, just as I had promised.

Now, I will never go looking for the love that is never mine, to begin with.

After going over the aftercare precautions in a routine manner, I logged into my email account and sent off a reply to confirm my acceptance of the offer an overseas research institute had sent me.

Once the three days of Veronica Dane's observation period were over, I would be free.

The moment I turned around, I saw that Callum Holden was standing behind me. He was holding a ticket to a talk by the surgeon I admired most.

"I know you love him, so I specifically procured this for you."

Just as I was feeling rather touched at his gesture, he added, "Veronica looks exactly like her. Thank you, Lia. This is your reward."

My expression froze briefly before twisting into a perfunctory smile. "You're welcome."

Seemingly in a great mood, Callum actually invited me out for a meal, and to my favorite restaurant too.

I had been friends with Callum since childhood, and we used to be practically glued together.

However, ever since we got married, this was the first time we had actually sat at the same table to have a meal.

How ironic that it was all thanks to Veronica.

"Barbecued pork ribs, spicy beef stew, fried chicken wings…"

I furrowed my brow at the dishes he was ordering. I knew that Callum had never been a fan of greasy food, so I couldn't help but speak up. "I thought you didn't eat such oily food?"

Callum smiled adoringly. "They're for Veronica. These are all her favorites."

For a moment, I was stunned.

Despite knowing each other for 28 years now, he still didn't know what my favorite dishes were. He had only known Veronica for a few days, yet he already remembered everything about her so clearly.

Perhaps he realized that there was something