My husband wants ten years of freedom.

Seven years into my marriage, my husband brought home a kept woman.

He didn't even try to hide it. “I’m only playing around for ten years, Scarlett. After that, I promise I’ll come back to you, settle down, and be a good husband.”

He was so sure I wouldn't dare refuse.

My father had given all the family assets to my half-sister, Chloe, and we’d always been at each other’s throats. I’d been a stay-at-home wife for seven years; I couldn't imagine surviving without him.

I managed a desolate smile. “Whatever makes you happy.”

He looked pleased, then leaned down and kissed my forehead.