We Slept in Separate Rooms, So I’m Remarrying
"You want this?"
Alaric Shaw looked at the flushed woman who had flung herself into his arms, his tone languid.
Raina Warren's condition flared up; gritting her teeth, she nodded.
Married for a year, her husband, Jensen Fletcher, had never touched her.
Consequently, Raina Warren developed hysteria, becoming insatiably aroused whenever an episode struck.
It wasn't until she caught her husband secretly kissing her sister's photo late at night that she realized she was merely her sister's stand-in.
Her condition worsened, leaving her no choice but to go to the hospital, where she met a young, handsome male doctor.
She almost lost control on the spot and...
Unexpectedly, when she went to work the next day, the male doctor who had given her an intimate examination the day before was the new, parachuted-in CEO.
Raina Warren had planned to feign ignorance, but was instead promoted to be the new CEO's personal assistant.
*
"Mr. CEO, I have a husband. Are you planning on being the other man?"
In the office, Raina Warren was forced to straddle his lap, her face red with fury.
The man grabbed her by the waist and kissed her: "Baby, have you forgotten you spent all last night calling me 'hubby'?"
Later, Raina Warren remarried without a backward glance.
Her ex-husband, however, came to regret his actions, begging with red-rimmed eyes, "Raina, let's start over! As long as we don't divorce, I'll do whatever you want!"
Raina Warren said coldly, "Apologies, I'm not interested in sexless marriage."