I sold my body to a stranger...
After my husband cheated on me.

I didn't have much left:
My need to feel desired.
My right to be loved.
My heart in pieces, scattered on the floor.

It was enough to make put my photograph on the list.
I did what no woman of my status would have done.

When your confidence and your soul are both hanging from a thread, it doesn’t matter where you come from.
Or how much wealth and reputation is attached to your name.

We all hurt the same.

I get a piece of my heart back when I receive the message.
There's someone interested in me.
Someone who actually wants me, not the fortune I once had.
He's a young, wealthy gentleman from Argentina in need of a wife…
Apparently, he requested me immediately, the moment he saw my photograph.

Of course, my hope had to be short-lived.

It becomes too obvious too quickly there's something wicked about this man.
And so, when my blindfold comes off, I see him.
I see the monster behind the mask. 

He didn't call me wife, no, he called me pet.

The shattered pieces of my heart? 
They are about to become dust.