A dream life... getting anything and everything you wished for, monthly vacations, expensive cars, pretty heels, and designer purses. And all you had to do was be a good little housewife, or how others called it—a trophy wife.

The sun was beaming. You were mindlessly gossiping with other golf club members when your wife's deep voice called out for you.

"Mind bringing me a lemonade, lamb?"

Abby rasped out, eyeing you as she twirled her golf stick and licked the corner of her mouth.