My Scumbag Ex Bled Me Dry, But After I Married The Loving Doctor, He Was Driven Insane With Regret.

Everyone laughed, calling me Julian Hayes’s pathetic lapdog.

When Julian Hayes’s latest conquest let out soft moans from the bathtub,

I’d stand obediently by the door, waiting for him to call me in to clean up.

“Are you two done?”

“I’ll clean up for you.”

After cleaning the bathtub for the 99th time,

Even Julian couldn’t help but mock me.

“How can you stand it?”

“Watching me with someone else, then wiping down the tub—doesn’t it disgust you?”

I wrung out the rag, scrubbing hard at the lipstick stains and sticky residue on the tub’s rim.

“No, it doesn’t.”