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My wife, Chloe Miller, was a dance teacher. Sweet-faced, with a figure that could kill.

To make her mine, I agreed to three cohabitation demands during our first meeting.

For the dowry, her mother didn't mince words: two houses and two million dollars in cash!

Back then, I was head-over-heels in love. My family was well-off, so I agreed without a second thought.

After we married, I spoiled her rotten, treating her like a little princess. She didn't have to worry about anything, inside or outside the house. I always let her have her way.