Captive to Consort: The Mayor's Temptation

As Maggie walked through the door, she witnessed two naked male bodies intertwined on the leather couch in the living room. The moans and gasps filled the entire house.

Until yesterday, it had been exactly 14 months since she married Matt, her so-called husband. It was not the first time she had caught him in bed with another man, but no matter how many times she witnessed it, she would always feel uncomfortable.

Maggie curled her fingers, rolled up her sleeves, and headed towards the kitchen. "What does Mr. Williams want for lunch? I'll make it," she said.

Knowing they had already agreed to get a divorce, there was no need for her to continue playing the role of a dutiful wife. However, the scene in the living room had truly embarrassed and humiliated her.

This absurd marriage was nothing but a bubble of love that she had fantasized about; it had clouded her mind and deceived her. Now, as an adult, she could only bear the responsibility herself.

"Aren't you only capable of making instant noodles?" Matt leaned against the door, lighting a cigarette. "Stop fussing around. We have the Year-Ending Party tonight. We agreed that you would accompany me for one last time."

Maggie's expression remained blank. "I know."

He exhaled smoke, observing this young wife who only had the title of a wife, but harbored a hidden sense of frustration and defeat in her eyes. There was no anxiety in his heart.

Matt was completely gay; he had never loved women. With her limited experience in relationships, Maggie had been married to him for six months without realizing this.

He put on a complete act, showing care and concern in their daily lives, remembering their anniversaries and giving her gifts on special occasions. He had not deprived her of anything except for kissing and going to bed with her. Unless she took the initiative, he wouldn't even hold her hand.

When emotions reached a certain intensity, the lack of desire was fake.

At first, Maggie thought it was due to her lacking in sexual appeal. Her friends suggested that she try role-playing, such as being an innocent student, an elegant older sister, or a submissive nurse. But he remained unresponsive.

Even provocative acts, such as lingerie shows or milk baths, visually stimulating, were expected to arouse the lust of a man his age. But he showed absolutely no reaction.

Fed up with his lukewarm desire, she would grab a finance magazine and read it until midnight to help him fall asleep.

Maggie had studied broadcasting and hosting; her gentle and melodious voice carried a hint of the soft dialect from her ten-year stay in New York with her relatives. When she didn't put on airs, she would swallow her words, speaking in the romantic dialect.

No matter how shallow her romantic experiences were, she could still feel how weird this sexless marriage was.

The Williams family was involved in the real estate business in Radiant City, but they had only recently entered the industry and hadn't yet got a firm foothold in the market. Their company's annual net income was around ten thousand, which was far from the wealth of true elites and distinguished figures. However, compared to Maggie's family background, the Williams family could already be considered wealthy.

She wasn't greedy; Matt, as the general manager of the company, had frequent social events and occasional temptations that he couldn't resist, resulting in small affairs. She wasn't unable to forgive him.

Secretly, she checked Matt's Range Rover. She found no evidence of a woman's hair, discarded underwear, or even opened condoms. Instead, she discovered a pair of blue and white striped men's underwear, stained with dried spots of sperm.

The real realization came when Matt took the program script with him and returned home to find a scene similar to what was happening on the couch today. The location was changed to the open-air parking lot next to the villa.

In Maggie's eyes, Matt, her charming husband, was kneeling in front of the car, his suit pants half down his knees, servicing a handsome and muscular man on top of him.

She was caught off guard, as if struck by thunder. She felt her throat tighten and was unable to make a sound.

...

Before leaving to attend the Year-Ending Party, Matt handed her a leather paper bag containing a crescent white dress.

"Change into this."

Maggie didn't understand. "It's cold. The dress won't keep me warm."

He looked down at her with a cold, stern gaze.

Their marriage had already fallen apart, so he no longer pretended to be the gentleman he used to be.

Maggie felt as if her heart had been ruthlessly ripped out, causing excruciating pain.

She took the paper bag and went into the bedroom to change.

The dress was meticulously handmade, so delicate that even the stitches were barely visible. It had hollowed-out patterns on the front and back, with buttons that revealed the soft and tender mounds of her cleavage.

Maggie had the appearance of innocence, a thin, upturned nose, almond-shaped eyes, finely arched eyebrows, and a mole on the left side of her cheek. She wasn't stunningly beautiful, but she had a natural and delicate charm that was easy on the eyes.

However, her figure differed greatly from her face - her chest was too big and her waist and hips were perfect.

In order to save their marriage, she had tried everything - going to the gym, taking pictures of her peach-shaped buttocks in yoga pants, and even making posters to hang at the entrance.

But her curvaceous figure just wasn't enough.

She feared that she would have to grow male genitalia to save their marriage.

"Do I have to wear the wedding ring?"

Matt sat in the back seat of the car, scrolling through his tablet without even lifting an eyelid. "It's up to you."