I married my ex-boyfriend's uncle purely to spite him.
At the wedding, my ex confronted me with bloodshot eyes, demanding to know why I was doing this to get back at him.
I swirled my glass of red wine and smiled sweetly. "Of course, it's because your uncle is richer and more powerful than you, and he's also... better in bed."
After the wedding, his uncle and I agreed on three rules: we wouldn't interfere in each other's lives.
That is, until one late night, reeking of alcohol, he knocked on my door and pinned me against the wall.
"The agreement is off." His hot breath brushed my neck. "I've had enough of pretending after all this time."
"Now... I'm going to make it real."
Theme: What seems like a misfortune may turn out to be a blessing.
