Eric reached for a pillow and was puzzled to see a razor under it.

He sneered. "Who wants to touch you like that!"

Eric threw the pillow onto the bed and placed a glass of water on the nightstand. As he walked back into his room, he caught sight of the agreement they had signed before their marriage. A chuckle escaped him, and he suddenly felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

He pondered over why Sylva had married him. After all, it had been for a mere 15,000 dollars. They had been classmates in high school, but they rarely interacted.

Sylvia had always been like an untouchable ice goddess to Eric, someone he admired from a distance. Maybe Sylvia's recent behavior had misled him, making him believe there was a chance something could develop between them.

"Eric, take a look at yourself in the mirror!" Eric slapped himself and came to his senses. Nothing seemed so important anymore. He then lay down and fell asleep.

-

The next morning, Sylvia woke up suddenly and looked around at