CHAPTER 1: c**k HUNGRY WIFE
EVELYN’S POV (WILLOW’S MOTHER)
God, this house is a tomb. A beautiful, sterile, million-dollar tomb. And I’m the prize corpse rotting in the middle of it.
It’s 10 a.m. on a f*****g Wednesday. Nikolai, my perfect, polished husband, gave me that dry, passionless peck on the cheek before he left for the office.
It was the same kiss he’d give a business associate. My skin still crawls with the emptiness of it.
My daughter, Willow, practically floated out the door to her classes, that secret, knowing little smirk on her face.
The little b***h knows what it’s like to feel a real c**k, I can tell. She seems different recently. Happier. Glowing.
That much I can’t say for myself. A forty-two-year-old trophy wife with a dead s*x life.
I pace. My silk robe feel
