My husband gave me 200 lashes because of his talkative mistress. I immediately called my billionaire father: "Dad, just as you instructed, ruin his life." Five minutes later, he was completely stunned and collapsed...

Synopsis

The first lash taught me that my husband had stopped seeing me as human. By the time he reached two hundred, his mistress was sipping champagne and correcting his count. “Again,” Vanessa said from the velvet sofa. “She rolled her eyes when I spoke.” My husband, Adrian Vale, tightened his grip on the leather riding crop. He had locked the doors of our…