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.