Even though Estre wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box, she wasn’t that dim either.
Jason ced his hand on Estre’s shoulder, turning her to face him. “Estre, cut the
act.”
Estre turned away from him again, too irritated to even look at him, let alone argue back.
What a piece of work!
If she actually wrote that promise, she’d be the fool.
Seeing that Estre ignored him after he spoke, Jason’s gaze lingered on her before he stood up from
the bed and switched on the main light. “Estre, you sure you won’t write this pledge?” he asked.
The bright light stung her eyes. She propped herself up in bed and sat up, exasperated. “Jason, are
you out of your mind? Who the hell writes such a promise in the middle of the night? Ande on, are
you a toddler? Does that piece of paper actually mean anything?”
Jason looked down at her without responding to her rant, simply tugging at the sash of his robe. “Sure
you won’t write it?”
Estre’s eyes trailed down to his toned waist and further up to his abs and pecs… Feeling a
dangerous sensation creeping up on her, she swallowed hard and then clutched the sheets tighter.
“What are you trying to do?” They had just finished a marathon sex.
Jason flexed his neck, calmly saying, “Maybe I wasn’t enthusiastic enough before and didn’t make you
comfortable enough to decide to stay with me. So, it seems necessary to turn up the heat again.”
Estre felt a tingling on her scalp. She wasn’t exaggerating-her legs were jelly, and she had no
strength left. If Jason went for another few rounds, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed
the next morning.
Their eyes met, Jason cleared his throat, and Estre scrambled out of bed. “I’ll write. I’ll write it for
you.”
“Where’s the paper? The pen?” she said, jumping out of bed barefoot, moring for writing materials.
Behind her, a faint smile yed on Jason’s lips, but he quickly subdued it and walked over to the desk
to fetch a pen and paper for her.
Taking the pen and paper from Jason, Estre looked at him and said, “How should I write this? Maybe
you write it, and I’ll just sign?”
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Jason leaned against the desk. “I’ll dictate, and you write.” He began, “I, Estre, hereby promise
Jason that marrying him is entirely of my own free will, without any ulterior motives. Regardless of
wealth or poverty, no matter what happens, I will stand by Jason, forever and ever…”
Before he could finish, Estre looked up at him with disdain. He had the nerve to ask for such a
pledge when all he had given her was a shoddy, ill-fitting ring. His audacity knew no bounds.
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Ignoring her contemptuous look, Jason merely pulled at the sash of his robe again. Without another
word, Estre ducked her head and dutifully began to write what he had dictated.
Jason tightened his sash with satisfaction and waited for her to finish before continuing, “I promise
never to ask for a divorce from Jason on any pretext or for any reason, especially after we have
children. I will never even speak of divorce.”
He paused, then added, “If I break this promise… from now on, no more climaxes.”
Estre mmed the pen down on the desk and red at Jason. “You’re a real pièce of work, Jason.
No wonder everyone talks behind your back. Your mother was right; you’ve got all the family’s vices
rolled into one.”
She had expected him to threaten her with lightning strikes or a legal battle, but instead, he cruelly
wished her ack of pleasure. Downright wicked. She wasn’t going to write such a humiliating thing.
As Estre tossed the pen aside, Jason started to undo his sash again. She didn’t pick up the pen this
time but instead looked at him and said, “Go ahead, might as well enjoy it while I can.”
“Brave words, Estre,” he said with a grin that wasn’t quite a grin.
Estre turned to face him, and as her eyes fell on his lower body, she noticed how… impressive he
was even before he got started. That tingling sensation returned.
He was the worst. Before, he wouldn’t let her fuck him when she wanted to. Now, she didn’t want to,
and he was threatening her to have sex.
As Jason’s robe began to tent, Estre turned away and picked up the discarded pen. If he was going
to force her every night, make a move every single evening, multiple times…
Well, she might as well write it. After all, what was written in haste couldn’t possiblye to pass,
right?
As she wrote down Jason’s words, Estre cursed him in her mind a million times over for good
measure.
What terrible deeds had the Nelson familymitted to produce such a son?
Reluctantly, Estre finished the pledge, and Jason slid the stamp pad toward her. She
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signed her name with gritted teeth and resentment and pressed her thumbprint onto the
paper.
Finally, the pledge wasplete. Estre looked at him and asked, “So I wrote the pledge. What about
you?”
Jason replied, “Same here. I won’t bring up divorce either.”
Estre retorted, “Oh, please! You didn’t swear an oath. Don’t feel pressured on my ount.” She had
written a pledge not to initiate divorce, but she hadn’t said that if Jason asked for a divorce, she
wouldn’t agree. So, it was fine by her if he brought it up.
Seeing right through her little game, Jason picked up the pen to write beneath her pledge. Estre
quickly reached out to stop him. “You don’t have to write anything. I was just asking. I’m not as childish
as you and don’t want to pressure you.”
She regretted her impulsive question as she tried to stop Jason. It was just an offhand remark, but
Jason took it seriously and was about to put pen to paper.
The more Estre tried to stop Jason, the darker the storm brewing on his face became. Finally, he
insisted on adding a passage to their agreement, echoing Estre’s sentiments, Vowing that if he broke
the promise, he too would be devoid of joy. With a flourish, he signed his name and pressed his thumb
into the ink, sealing hismitment.
Estre stood there, her head spinning with confusion. They had been on the brink of discussing
divorce, and now this. What in the world was Jason thinking? Did he not want to end their marriage?
Was he aiming for a lifetime of mutual torment?
Even if what she had said that one time was harsh, he had retaliated with a p, a hit that left her
reeling. Surely, by now, he should have cooled off.
The two stood there, eyeing each other, and Estre didn’t bother to delve deeper into his thoughts.
Other people’s wedding vows often turned out to be empty words, so what weight did this piece of
paper they’d just written hold?
Suppressing a yawn, Estrenguidly rose from her chair.
Estre had, after all, written the pledge for him, and Jason’s mood lifted.
Barely awake, Estre was about to copse into bed when Jason suddenly wrapped his arms around
her from behind, his chin resting heavily on her shoulder. His face was warm and soft against her skin,
and as he embraced her, Estre involuntarily shivered with a reflexive tremor.