Our Silver Anniversary: My Wife, a Male Escort, 30 Rounds

Over dinner, I exchanged some pleasantries with the client, Benedict Lewis, before swiftly getting down to business.

"I'll need some time to think this over, Mr. Graham," Mr. Lewis said eventually.

He needed time to make a decision.

With an understanding smile, I headed off to the restroom to smoke a cigarette.

Unexpectedly, Harry followed me into the restroom and said tauntingly, "Say, Colin, what was the use in becoming the Fuller family's live-in son-in-law anyway? You're not getting any of the family's assets, and you didn't even get to sleep with your wife more than a handful of times.

"You probably have no idea just how wild she is in bed, huh? She can blow the roof off with her moans, you know. It's music to my ears."

It felt as if I just got stabbed in the heart.

Harry cackled even more smugly before whispering into my ear, "Feeling envious? It's too bad you've got a defective dick. Keep up the good work of slaving away for my son and me. Once my son inherits all of the Fuller family's shares, I'll be sure to let him honor you as his godfather."

What was that?

My mind went blank.

Face flushing with anger, I grabbed Harry by the collar and demanded to know what he meant by that.

"Oh? Haven't you heard? Ms. Fuller signed the share transfer agreement long ago. In the future, all of the Fuller family's assets will belong to my son," Harry arrogantly declared, showing no fear at all.

I froze in shock.

I'd spent so many years working my butt off to make Fuller Group what it was, but Sasha was going to hand it over to someone else on a silver platter?

Ten years ago, Fuller Group had fallen into decline, while Graham Group, which I'd founded from the remnants of my family's business, was booming. To save Fuller Group, I transferred a massive amount of funds from Graham Group.

It wouldn't be wrong to say that, without me, the Fullers would've gone bankrupt ages ago. The family's current net worth was basically the result of my achievements.

Just then, there was some noise at the door, and Sasha came marching in with a livid expression. Her eyes filled with tender concern when she saw the mark on Harry's face. "Who hurt you?"

Harry cast a hurt and aggrieved look my way.

Sasha froze for a second before her expression turned cold. "Apologize to him, Colin!"

"What's the matter, Ms. Fuller?" I sneered. "Are you feeling bad for your little plaything?"

I had never spoken to her in such a tone before. She froze instantly, her lips parting slightly.

Covering his face, Harry cried out in despair, "I know I shouldn't be here, but I was just worried about Sasha's baby. You're her husband, but what have you done besides rebuking her? When have you ever shown any concern for her health or her feelings?"

Sasha's expression hardened at once. Those words clearly struck a chord with her. She looked at me and declared, "I already agreed to your demand and decided to stop seeing Harry. Why must you still humiliate him like this?"

Rage surged in my chest. I had to clench my teeth to keep my body from trembling. "I won't apologize. Why should I? I've never seen a husband being forced to apologize to his wife's male escort before.

"You cheated on me and got pregnant with his baby. Not only do you expect me to raise his child, but you even want to snatch away the business that I built up with my own hands? You even expect me to apologize to him! Why am I supposed to let you get everything you want, huh?"

The more I said, the angrier I became.

A mere second later, I was slapped hard across the face. Sasha glared coldly at me. "I'm so disappointed in you, Colin. When did you get this selfish? This child is mine, too. Have you ever stopped to consider my feelings?

"Harry's right. You're just a kept man who's been leeching off my family. You should know your place. Even if you're my husband in name, you have no right to get physical with Harry!"

My eyes widened in disbelief. I'd shared a bed with Sasha for 25 years. Yet, I never knew that was what she'd thought of me.

No wonder she cheated on me.

At first, I could still tell myself that Sasha had been led astray. I could even find excuses for her by convincing myself that she'd been tricked into signing away the shares.

But there was no way for me to unhear the words she just said.

Harry took Sasha's arm and looked at me with a victorious expression, his smile smug.

Marcus, who'd just happened to show up at this very moment, had an awkward look as he handed me a document.

Chuckling to myself, I remarked, "That's true. I'm just a kept man. I should know my place."

With the document in hand, I walked up to Sasha and said humbly, "I have here a work document that is in urgent need of your signature, Ms. Fuller."

Sasha didn't doubt my words. After signing the document, she even admonished me, "Don't ever do something so unreasonable again."

"Got it," I replied.

After all, she'd signed the divorce papers. She couldn't hurt me anymore. I wasn't going to allow myself to spend another second feeling upset over her.