04

4

This was my first time coming to the Beverly Hills mansion.

I had overthought things.

He wasn't hiding any mistress, he simply despised me.

"Estrella, how empty is your life? I've barely left and you're already out looking for other men!"

Henry Smith's eyes flashed dangerously like a hawk's as he angrily threw me onto the large bed.

My chin ached from his grip. I deliberately provoked him: "What else should I do? Stay home like a widow? You won't even have children with me, so I have no choice but to find other men to help you out..."

The consequences of saying that left me barely able to leave Beverly Hills the next day.

Henry Smith tormented me brutally.

He woke up at 6 AM, his intention crystal clear - I wasn't allowed to linger in his bed.

"Get dressed and get out," he snapped.

He picked up my slip dress from the floor and tossed it at me.

One strap was broken, testament to how violent and crazed he had been last night.

I silently put it on.