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"You'd be willing to be my mistress?"
I took a deep breath. "Yes."
He'd got rid of me as his wife, to replace me with his sweetheart, but he still wanted to keep me as his mistress.
The shame was almost too much to bear.
The next day, my father told us that our debts had all been repaid.
Suddenly, Joseph had become an angel in my mother's eyes. How he must love me to help us so much.
All I could do was force a smile and bite my tongue.
As far as my parents knew, I was still his wife. To them, I was on my way to spend a happy evening with my husband, not to be used as his toy.
But what other choice did I have?
I was well aware that I was giving up my dignity.
Joseph's room was the very same bedroom we had shared while we were married. Yet now, it felt very different.
I had no idea when Joseph would return.
When I awoke, there seemed to be a great weight pressing down on me.
As my senses gradually returned, I realized that Joseph was on top of me.
What's more, his hands were moving underneath my clothes.
"How ... How dare you!"
Without thinking, I raised my hands to push him off.
But before I knew it, he had grabbed hold of my wrists and forced them down.
"Even now, your pampered temper's still intact." He jeered at me.
I gazed around at the familiar room and then at the familiar man before me.
It took me a while to fully remember where I was.
This bedroom we were in was now his, and I was nothing more than his mistress.
My arms went limp, I meekly let out a soft apology, "I'm sorry".
He laughed, standing up and heading towards the bathroom.
As he cleaned himself, I wrung my hands nervously.
Before all this, once I had begun to have feelings for him, the thought of his touch had not been an unpleasant one.
But this was different. There was nothing mutual or respectful about our current situation. This was simply possession and revenge.
In such circumstances, the thought of what was to come was horrifying, but I had nowhere to run.
After what seemed like an age, he finally emerged from the bathroom.
The sound of the door opening once more was almost more than my frayed nerves could take.

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