The Duty of a Wife

Serina sat on the bed with her head down, silent.

"I've already calculated it for you."

Derek took off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt. "The car is worth fifteen million. It costs tens of thousands to spend a night with a top prostitute. And I suppose it costs 100, 000 to sleep with you. Fifteen million divided by ten thousand is one hundred and fifty. It means that you need to sleep with me a hundred and fifty times."

Serina suddenly raised her head, "You are my husband. You can compensate it for me!"

"But aren't you going to get a divorce? Then I'm not your husband anymore." Derek bent down and pinched Serina's chin.

Serina was angry. "No! This is your car, so it should be our common property. I don't need to compensate. It's my own car."

"I'm sorry. But it's not our common property but my pre-marital property. If I don't notarize it, it will never belong to you."

Serina looked up and cried loudly, "You can't bully me like this, Derek! What a bully you are!"