Chapter 1"Hey, you fix art, so you can probably fix my saggy pussy too, right?"
The call came in to my husband's studio. I thought it was a prank and just hung up.
But a few days later, I stumbled upon a stack of photos in his office—all showing some loose, saggy vagina.
Wait—HE actually took that job?
Without hesitation, I rushed downstairs to confront him, but stopped when I heard him talking to a friend.
"She said I was too big. Stretched her out real bad. Kept nagging me to fix it."
"If I didn't do it, she was gonna get some male doctor to handle it."
"Come on, man—you know how it is. Even though we're divorced, I can't let another guy touch her down there. That's my territory."
I was so pissed I actually laughed.
He's claiming his EX's rotten pussy as his territory?
Well, did he forget that his entire fucking studio is MY TREEITORY?!
...
Jace IS big.
So big I had to get cervical dilation surgery.
When I found out a male doctor would be doing it, I wanted to die on the spot.
But Jace didn't care.
Just leaned close, grinning like the devil.
"Easy, babe. Once the surgery's done, no more pain. I guarantee you'll love every second of it—so much you'll be begging me to stop..."
Now his possessiveness over another woman felt like a slap across my face.
I turned around, feeling like someone had just sucked the life out of me.
His friend's voice drifted out from the study.
"Don't get mad, but you two have been divorced for years. And the way Cleo gets around? She's slept with so many guys you'd lose count. Who knows which one of them wrecked her pussy?"
"She's obviously using this whole 'fix me up' bullshit to get you back..."
"Bullshit."
Jace's voice instantly went ice-cold.
"That's not what happened."
"She's got a thing about sex. I'm the only one who's ever been inside her. So no—there's been nobody else."
His eagerness to defend her left his friend speechless.
I let out a bitter laugh.
So a woman who fucks strippers for kicks, but she's got "a thing about sex"?
Yeah, right.
That night, while Jace was in the shower, I grabbed his phone for the first time.
Unlocked it. Opened his messages. One chat pinned at the top.
I recognized the profile picture instantly—Cleo's.
My hands trembled as I opened it.
The chat history was filthy. Flirty. Pure sex.
Cleo told him her tits had gotten bigger—she could wrap them around his entire cock now.
She asked if he missed fucking her.
Asked him did his dick get hard when he thought about her, then use me to get off.
Photo after photo.
All of them too graphic to look at.
I dry-heaved, nausea twisting my stomach so hard I thought I'd throw up my guts.
Right then, Jace came out of the bathroom.
His eyes locked onto the glowing screen. Shock flickered across his face, followed by guilt.
After a few seconds of silence, he spoke first.
"I never replied to her. Those photos... I never even opened them."
A sharp pain tore through my chest, like my heart was being whipped raw.
I looked back down at the screen.
He was right—he hadn't replied.
Hundreds of messages, all one-sided dirty talk from Cleo.
But those graphic photos?
Every single one was saved in his encrypted private album.
I'd asked him about that album once.
He'd told me it was top-tier artwork that hadn't been released yet.
Turns out, his "top-tier artwork" was nudes of another woman.
Chapter 2
I was shaking so hard I could barely speak, but I finally forced it out—the question I'd been too terrified to ask.
"Do you regret it? Regret leaving her... Do you still love her?"
Our eyes met. His wavered for just a second before he let out a soft sigh.
"Harlow, seriously? I hate when you get all paranoid like this."
The choking feeling rising from my chest left me speechless.
Cleo's sudden call shattered the silence.
"Jace, I got my pussy done today. It's pink as hell now—looks amazing."
"Get over here and fix this... or I might just have to call someone else. What do you say, babe?"
Her voice was demanding, dripping with sex.
Jace's brow furrowed.
He held my gaze for a moment, then hung up and grabbed his coat off the couch.
"Harlow, trust me—this is just work."
Then he left. Didn't even look back.
In such a rush he forgot his phone.
I stood there frozen, like I'd been struck by lightning.
After a long moment, I picked up his phone and tortured myself reading through all their messages.
So many blurry nights suddenly became crystal clear.
No wonder he always covered my eyes when we were fucking.
Turns out, all that desperate lust? It was for her. He was jerking off to Cleo's nudes.
The disgust overwhelmed me. I bolted to the bathroom and threw up.
I threw up until I nearly collapsed.
Then, slowly, I calmed down—and with it came a flood of anger.
If this is just work?
Then let's make it really professional.
I grabbed his phone, opened his professional account, and posted those graphic screenshots one by one.
Then I edited his bio:
[Jace Ridley here. Starting today, accepting unlimited requests for pussy restoration.]
After I finished, I sat quietly on the couch.
Minutes later, Cleo video-called.
I expected Jace furious on the other end.
But when the call connected, all I saw was a dimly lit room, the camera shaking slightly.
Jace stood in front of her, his Adam's apple bobbing, expression dark.
Cleo's body trembled faintly.
"Mm... Jace..."
As the camera jolted and swayed, her voice grew smug.
"You like fingering me, don't you? You've been dying to do this... Mm... That's why you came running the second I called..."
"Feels good, right? I know exactly how to make you HAPPY..."
Jace snapped at her through clenched teeth to shut her mouth.
But she kept pushing.
Next thing I knew, they were making out.
"Mm... I can't take it anymore..."
"Fuck me..."
After what felt like forever, Jace pulled his hand back.
"Next time."
His voice was breathless, almost laughing.
"Can't right now. It's past midnight—it's my anniversary with Harlow. You know how it is. She's got me on a leash."
"Are you fucking kidding me?! Jace, are you even a man? You can stop right now? What, is your dick broken or something?"
More arguing. More making out.
I ended the video.
My heart felt like it had been sliced into pieces. I couldn't stop shaking.
Two years ago, when I found out Jace had an ex-wife, the betrayal made me cry until I threw up. I thought that was rock bottom.
Reality just proved me wrong.
He's only ever had room in his heart for her.
I'm just some delusional idiot who thought she was loved.
Jace didn't come home all night. I sat up waiting.
Early the next morning, I pulled the positive pregnancy test out and headed to the hospital with my ID.
I'd planned to surprise him on our anniversary.
Not anymore.
Chapter 3
When I got home after the procedure, I was startled by a shower of flower petals at the door.
"Happy two-year anniversary, Harlow!"
Jace wrapped his arms gently around my waist, then pulled out a carefully wrapped gift.
"Marrying you is the best thing that ever happened to me. Do you like it?"
My eyes landed on his neck.
His expression flickered. He tugged at his collar.
Beneath it was a visible hickey.
"Mosquito bite from the office last night. It's nothing—don't worry."
Before I could respond, he'd already fastened the necklace around my neck.
His fingers, brushing over my collarbone, still smelled like sex.
I forced down the nausea and handed him his phone.
"Happy anniversary... Jace. My gift to you is on your phone."
"Go ahead and open it. You might love it."
Jace looked confused for a second, but he took it.
The moment he unlocked it, a flood of notifications poured in.
When he realized what they were, his rage exploded.
"Harlow Reid, have you lost your goddamn mind?!"
"You posted those chats online? What the fuck are you trying to pull? Do you have any idea how much damage this could do to Cleo?"
"Over a work project? Are you serious right now? I can't believe you'd sink this low!"
His brow was furrowed, his eyes filled with disappointment.
"I told you it was just work. Cleo and I are divorced—there's nothing going on. Don't you trust me at all? Is this really what you think of me?"
I couldn't help it—I let out a bitter, almost hysterical laugh.
The absurdity of it all.
He cheats with his ex under the guise of "fixing her pussy," and he has the balls to lecture me.
Unbelievable.
When I didn't say anything, his expression grew even darker.
Next second—BANG!
Someone suddenly burst through the door.
Cleo.
Tears streamed down her face. She instantly dropped to her knees in front of me.
"Yes, I love Jace! I've always loved him—I'm not ashamed of it!"
"But he still picked you. You already won, Harlow. So why are you still trying to ruin me?"
"Fine! It's my fault for loving him. I'm a pathetic bitch. I deserve to die! I'm kneeling down for you! You happy?!"
The second she finished, Jace looked at me like he wanted to kill me.
"Harlow Reid, I never thought you were this stupid and this vicious. I really—"
I cut him off calmly.
"I AM stupid. Stupid enough to get played like a fool."
"Jace, let's get divorced."
He froze.
Then, furious, he yanked me up from the couch.
My stomach—still recovering from the abortion—slammed into the edge of the table.
The pain made my vision go black. I gasped for air.
A flicker of concern crossed his eyes.
But gone in an instant.
Because Cleo choked out between sobs:
"You've been sending me anonymous messages for weeks, calling me a slut and a whore. I let it slide."
"But now you've posted our private chats online and people are harassing me—just because Jace and I used to be together. You can't stand that, can you?"
Then she handed Jace her phone:
"I didn't want to tell you. I was gonna take it."
"But this time... she's literally trying to get me killed..."
Jace took her phone. His expression turned to ice.
