The Infidelity Curse — The Red Lipstick Mark

Evelyn, look at yourself. You're not 23 anymore. I like younger women. My world collapsed.

That night, I swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills. As my vision faded, a voice whispered beside me.

If you die, Who will protect your children? Who will protect their inheritance? I opened my eyes.

A dark figure appeared in front of me. Let's make a deal. Every time your husband betrays you, he loses one year of his life.

Your despair and hatred will belong to me. Deal. Ten years. Forty-nine betrayals.

After New Year's Eve, Adrian Blackwood's story would come to an end, and I would inherit everything he had. Nine days until New Year's Eve, Adrian came home past midnight, reeking of

He dropped onto the sofa and looked up at me. Still awake? I didn't answer. Thanks for the statement, by the way.

Sienna lost a bet with her friends. I was just helping her out. Don't take it seriously. He started undoing the top buttons of his shirt. The lipstick mark on his collar was bright red.

We both saw it at the same time. His expression flickered. Just friends messing around, right? I smiled.

Of course. I'm not worried. Before he could say another word, I called for the house manager. Why is Mr. Blackwood's shirt still stained? That's unacceptable. The house manager dropped his head.

My sincerest apologies, Mrs. Blackwood. It won't happen again. See that it doesn't.