The Story Is Not Over Yet

The end of my story, which I thought was a happy ending, was ruined. “Let’s get divorce, us.” My husband, who fell in love with a woman other than me, trampled on me miserably. In front of me who crumbled and chose death,A devil with sparkling purple eyes, Duke Perial appeared. “Will you sign a contract with me? I’ll give you anything you want, anything.”“Who are you?”“I’m the devil.” Red lips smiling, he spit out a sweet whisper like the ‘devil’. “Instead, I’m going to come over the window like this at every certain time to covet your night. That’s the condition of our contract.” If I could trample the lives of those who made me this wayIt’s nothing to sell all my body and soul to th...