A Deal with Betrayal

During my father's funeral, my husband pants heavily while pulling my cousin's legs around his waist in the morgue. She holds him saucily and asks, "How did it feel? I left my first time for you."

He pulls her close, looking sated. "It felt mindblowing."

She asks coquettishly, "When will you marry me, then?"

His expression turns serious. "I can give you as much money as you want, but your cousin is the only woman who can be my wife. The company we've established together is going public soon." I record all of this.