Constantly compared to his ex-wife, met with cold stares and silent cruelty. How long can a second wife endure all the pain?

"You want me to touch you?" he whispered, his voice was like velvet on my skin, and it created that forbidden throbbing between my sweet thighs. I couldn't speak. I was paralysed by his touch. His eyes met mine, and they were dark as he said to me, "You're aren't even my type." his hand however, slipping deeper beneath my dress. __ It all started with a game of cards. He called it, his 'Heart Of Spades.' A JEON JUNGKOOK FF-