Chapter 1 I'm in so much pain!

"Zachary! Let go of me!" Winona Sullivan, in her thin silk shirt, was blushing and squirming on the soft bed, trying to break free from Zachary Bailey's tight grip.

Zachary grunted, his breathing getting heavier as he pressed his hot body even closer to her. "Stay still, don't move."

Feeling something hard against her lower back, Winona froze. Her eyes turned red, and her voice trembled with fear. "You need to control yourself. I don't want to..."

Zachary paused for a moment. "You don't want to?"

In the next second, he got up and pinned her beneath him. The bright moonlight highlighted his almost otherworldly, mesmerizing beauty.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was no longer calm. "You don't want to, yet you made me drink the soup?"

Winona's hands were pinned above her head, so she was unable to struggle. "What soup..."

As soon as she spoke, she remembered. Before bed, Zachary's mom had brought him a bowl of soup. Zachary didn't want to drink it, but Winona scolded him for being cold and insisted he drink every drop.

Now it seemed there was definitely something wrong with that soup.

Winona was on the verge of tears. "I didn't know there was something wrong with the soup. If I had known, I wouldn't have made you drink it."

Zachary's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Didn't know? I thought you were quite experienced in these matters."

Winona, who had been about to argue, fell silent. She had indeed been wrong back then, but she had her reasons. For three years after their marriage, Zachary had constantly brought up that night; no matter how she tried to explain, he just wouldn't listen.

Thinking of the rejected divorce agreement, Winona looked back. "If you care so much about that incident, you can divorce me."

Zachary, who had been laughing at her, suddenly looked grim. "Divorce? So you can go back to your lover?"

Winona, not to be outdone, retorted. "Aren't you doing this for your lover too?"

Three years ago, she had used special means to force Zachary to marry her. On their wedding night, Zachary had thrown a divorce agreement at her, clearly stating that their marriage was a contract and would automatically end after three years.

Winona knew that the divorce agreement was for Zachary's beloved, who was studying abroad and would return in three years.

But at that time, Winona was desperate and agreed to the outrageous demand.

Winona lifted her face, her smooth skin glistening faintly in the moonlight, her moist eyes filled with a mix of innocence and purity. Zachary's throat tightened, and his already hard erection became even more swollen.

The next second, Winona's words hit him like a bucket of cold water. "Hasn't Fiona Clark returned? Why don't you divorce me?"

Zachary's face turned extremely dark, and his previously hard erection instantly deflated. He reached out and gripped Winona's chin. "This has nothing to do with Fiona. Can you stop bringing her up?"

Just as Winona was about to retort, Zachary's phone rang.

The ringtone was Fiona's special ringtone.

Winona smirked sarcastically. The next second, Zachary, who had been holding her tightly, slid off her and answered the call.

Winona, who had been avoiding him, suddenly reached out and roughly rubbed his erection with her delicate hand. Seeing him look down, she suggestively licked her lips with her small tongue.

Zachary's body tensed instantly. He gripped Winona's hand tightly as if he wanted to crush it. His usually calm eyes were like whirlpools, seemingly able to suck her in.

The people on the other end of the call, not getting a response from Zachary, nervously said, "Mr. Bailey, Fiona is a dancer..."

Before the people speaking could finish, Winona let out soft moans, dragging out her words weakly. "Slow down; it hurts."

At this moment, using such a seductive voice to say such words made both people on the call stunned.

Zachary was the first to react. He let go of Winona, got dressed, and walked out. "Keep an eye on her, I'll be there soon."

Winona, wearing her wrinkled shirt, sat leisurely on the bed, showing no awareness of being a wife. Instead, she waved her hand comfortably. "Remember to sign the divorce agreement."

Since Zachary's heart wasn't with her, no matter how she tried to stop him, he wouldn't stay. Making Fiona feel disgusted was enough.

Zachary, about to leave, paused and gave Winona a dark look but said nothing, leaving on his own.

A good night's sleep. The next morning, Winona woke up feeling refreshed, but all her good mood vanished the moment she saw the text message: [Sorry, Ms. Sullivan, the limited edition bag you ordered was taken by someone sent by Mr. Bailey. He is a super VIP at our store, and his requests have the highest priority.]

The message ended with a photo of the person holding the bag, and it was none other than Fiona.

Winona narrowed her eyes. Fiona had taken Winona's husband last night, and now she was taking her bag. This was intolerable.

Winona quickly texted the store clerk, asking her to stall Fiona.

Fifteen minutes later, Winona arrived at the store. Fiona was leisurely admiring the bag. Seeing Winona, she wasn't surprised at all. "Winona, you're here. The clerk said this bag was reserved, and I guessed it was you. After all, out of all the women in the world, only we have the same taste."

The world had truly gone downhill when mistresses dared to provoke the legal wife.

Without wasting any words, Winona raised her chin. "I don't have the habit of being a mistress like you, calling someone else's husband in the middle of the night, and can't even afford a bag, having to steal someone else's."

Not expecting Winona to be so sharp-tongued, Fiona held the bag tightly, with her hand turning white from the pressure. The proud expression on her face faltered. "Zachary loves me. He told me that your marriage is a contract. You're the mistress."

Never expecting Zachary to tell Fiona even this, Winona, who thought she was already numb to the pain, felt a pang in her heart, a wave of bitterness rising.

If Zachary loved Fiona so much, why did he still come to Winona, even now refusing to divorce?

Winona forced herself to stay strong. "That was in the past. Now, I am Zachary's legal wife. Half of his assets are mine. Since you like this bag, you can pay me half the money. He won't ask you for money, but my half, you must return to me."

Fiona breathed a sigh of relief, turning her expression into a pitiful yet determined look. She softly called out behind Winona, "Zachary, you're here..."