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Three days after the divorce, Sharon Howe met her ex-husband, Tristan Fuller, again—in bed.

It never occurred to Sharon that such a ridiculous thing would happen to her. It felt like a scene straight out of a movie!

In the dim lounge, a man that reeked of alcohol was pinning her down on top of a soft bed with her hands above her head.

Their faces were mere inches away from each other, the man's scorching hot breath spraying on her neck, causing her to shudder.

Though the lounge was dimly lit, Sharon could vaguely make out Tristan's perfect features.

But he obviously wasn't in the right state of mind; his breath was hot and heavy, his voice extremely hoarse.

"Tristan, what the hell is wrong with you?" Sharon asked, wide-eyed like a frightened rabbit.

"Help me—" Tristan said.

"Fuck off!" Sharon gritted her teeth and hissed at him.

She was about to kick Tristan in the groin, but the man reacted faster than her. He used his knees to pin down her legs while simultaneously climbing on top of her.

"Let go of me, you asshole! Agh—!"

Before she could get another curse out, her lips were sealed with a kiss. The man kissed her almost desperately, as though doing so was the only way he'd survive.

All of a sudden, Sharon felt a pair of hands grabbing at her dress.

The next moment, her clothes were ripped off, exposing her bare skin to the cool air.

But the coldness only lasted for a second. Because soon, his burning hot body was pressed against hers. And the temperature in the lounge rose rapidly.

The atmosphere became thick with passion and romance...

Two hours later, everything went quiet.

Grimacing, Sharon grabbed the clothes that were strewn on the floor and struggled to sit up. She was in so much pain that every movement made her wince. As she put her clothes back on, she turned her head and glanced at the man still in bed, shrouded in darkness.

Tristan's manic aura was gone now that his desires had been satiated.

He had fallen asleep right away, his breathing steady.

Sharon stared at the sleeping man, gnashing her teeth in hatred.

Four years ago, before they got married, Tristan had gotten into a nasty car accident and had fallen into a coma as a result. All the experts in the medical field said that the chance he'd wake up was extremely small.

Santino Fuller felt sorry for his grandson, and he was worried that no one would take care of Tristan, so he decided to choose a wife for him.

The Fuller family was the most powerful one in Slecbury.

Prior to the car accident, countless women would've fallen in line to marry Tristan.

But now that he was a vegetable, he was as good as dead.

No woman in their right mind would dare to even come close to Tristan, let alone marry him. Even if Tristan managed to survive, whoever married him would be doomed to a sexless, joyless marriage. If he died, then his wife would become an undesirable widow.

It just so happened that at the time Santino was looking for a wife for Tristan, Sharon's father, Ryland Holt, was encountering a financial crisis at the company. He needed an investor pronto, or else the company he had worked so hard to establish would go bankrupt.

So, when Santino came to visit, Ryland agreed to the marriage without hesitation.

Santino then used his connections to get the marriage registered.

Despite not having a say in her marriage, Sharon didn't mind so much.

After all, taking care of a vegetable wasn't that hard.

Sharon tended to Tristan for four whole years without complaints.

But five days ago, everything changed.

She was wiping down Tristan's body as usual and massaging his limbs when she suddenly noticed something—Tristan's fingers had twitched!

Sharon felt both shocked and pleasantly surprised, thinking that her less-than-happy life was finally coming to an end.

Alas, the universe had other plans...

After Tristan woke up, the lawyer of the Fuller Group served her divorce papers.

Sharon was shell-shocked. Even if he didn't love her, he should've at least appreciated the fact that she had worked tirelessly to take care of him for four whole years and had given up on her own happiness to be his wife.

But instead of thanking her, he divorced her the moment he woke up.

Did he have no conscience?

As if the divorce wasn't painful enough, he even forced her to sleep with him now!

Did he think she was a cheap woman?!

As Sharon glared at the sleeping Tristan, her eyes turned bloodshot with anger. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't calm down. In the end, she couldn't stop herself from leaning over and biting down hard on Tristan's cheek.

Tristan, who was fast asleep, groaned in pain.

Sharon didn't let go until the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

Nearly choking on the blood, she coughed and pulled away from Tristan, only to see a huge, bleeding bite mark on his cheek.