My husband's childhood friend, Ayna Sweeney, has a compulsive sexual behavior disorder. To maintain her pure image, she secretly uses black magic to transfer part of her desire onto me.

She seduces my husband, Eric Morgan, and has an affair with him, while I am overwhelmed by uncontrollable urges. I grab men on the street and beg them to sleep with me. Meanwhile, she is praised across the internet as a pure and innocent lady.

After my disgraceful behavior is caught on camera and spreads online, Eric is furious and turns the blame on me.

He scolds, "I've been busy lately and haven't been home much. Yet, you, the wife of the richest man, have no sense of shame at all!"

I cry and tell him I've been set up by Ayna, but he dismisses it.

He retorts, "Ayna and I grew up together. I know her better than you do! Just because you're jealous, you come up with such ridiculous accusations. How evil of you!"

But every time the two of them secretly meet up, I lose control and desperately seek out anyone to quell my thirst for intimacy. I become a woman despised by everyone in high society.

At a lavish banquet, I even start taking off my clothes in public and end up beaten to death by furious high society wives.

When I open my eyes again, I am back to the day they first begin their affair.

This time, I made my move first, separating my husband, Eric Morgan, from that bitch, Ayna Sweeney, and shutting her out of the door.

I wanted to see if the transfered lust would only act up when she was with Eric, or if I would still be dragged under the bus anytime as long as she had an episode.

Ayna was furious, but she didn't dare to bang the door too loudly for fear of attracting attention. She could only awkwardly press herself against the door and threaten me through it.

"You've already seen what happened between me and Eric, Melody Hartman! You're still going to get humiliated if word ever gets out that you, the wife of a billionaire, just got cheated on!

"Now give me my clothes back, and I'll promise never to cross the line again and keep my distance from him! Otherwise, I swear that I will thoroughly ruin you and drag you down to hell with me!"

I couldn't be bothered about her and just menacingly took another step forward, backing Eric against the bed.

When he saw me taking off my belt, Eric's eyes immediately filled with fear and disgust.

"Are you out of your mind? It's Ayna's birthday today, and I just couldn't control myself after having had a few drinks! She had still been hesitating about it, but I was the one who pounced on her!

"As for you, what the hell did you think you were doing, barging into the room all just for the sake of a man? Don't you think you're being too promiscuous as the wife of a billionaire?"

I recalled my past life, when I was brutally tortured by the wealthy women in the elite circle, nearly getting clawed to bits by their sharp manicures as they stomped their killer stiletto heels into my body and killed me in a gruesome manner.

When the despicable Eric and Ayna rushed to the scene in disheveled clothes, the ladies all shrank in horror after realizing what had just happened, fearing Eric's wrath for murdering his wife in public. They covered their mouths and fled when they saw my gruesome state.

Ayna had seen the look of pity on his face when he saw my mangled body earlier, and she didn't hesitate to pull out videos of me begging random people on the street to sleep with me every time I had a sex withdrawal episode, projecting them onto the large screen at the event.

"I would like to thank everyone for their righteous intervention. Otherwise, if news of Melody cheating on Eric had gotten out, the entire Morgan family would have been thoroughly disgraced. It would be truly despicable and devastating then!"

Eric's eyes turned cold at that.

"I'm very sorry for soiling your eyes with my family scandal, everyone. However, I would also like to thank all of you for helping the Morgan family clear their reputation and regain their dignity!" he said.

Ultimately, they just wrapped my body in a soiled and used disposable tablecloth and threw me in the back of the mountain, where wild beasts then devoured me.

Meanwhile, Eric brought Ayna home with him and continued rocking the bed all night long.

"I can't believe that that slut still accused you of scheming against her when she was the promiscuous one instead. She's such a humiliation to me!"

Because of that, Ayna became more and more unrestrained afterward, using every seductive trick in the book to make Eric unable to resist her. That was how she rose to her position as his wife later on.

However, they hadn't even been married for more than a month when she literally worked Eric to death in their bed, since I wasn't around to shoulder half of her uncontrollable sex addiction anymore. And so, she became an extremely wealthy widow after Eric died.

This time, however, I pinned Eric back down against the bed without any hesitation and retorted, "You were the one who cheated on me during our marriage, Eric Morgan, and you don't think that you're the slutty one instead?

"Well, since you're that hungry, let me continue satisfying you in bed!"

Eric was still thinking about the naked Ayna hammering loudly against the hotel room door outside, and he fought against my grip to free himself and get off the bed.

I just grinned slyly and smothered his nose and mouth with a drugged handkerchief.

At once, his eyes glazed over, his body went limp, and he collapsed onto the bed.

A short while later, Eric's heavy breathing and moaning filled the room, and Ayna was extremely furious when she heard it.

"Melody Hartman! I was Eric's childhood sweetheart from the very start! You would never even have been his wife if you had never hypnotized Mr. Morgan Senior in the first place!

"I'm warning you again! If you don't give me my clothes back, I swear that I'm going to ruin you and your reputation! I am still a wealthy heiress after all!"

I just grinned and said, "The Morgans were the ones getting on their knees to beg me to marry their son. Everyone in the elite circle knows that.

"Also, I'm just fulfilling my marital duties with my lawfully-wedded husband, and yet, you're the one pressing your ear against our door and eavesdropping on us instead. What kind of an heiress would ever do such a thing?"

There was the sound of the housekeeping cart being wheeled by outside, and Ayna's voice soon disappeared from the door.

I silently heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, I had a chance to sort out my thoughts. How had I even fallen for that bitch's schemes at all?

However, just as Eric climaxed, I suddenly got an urgent call from my secretary, Lisa Gonzalez.

"Ms. Hartman! Something terrible is happening. Check your phone now!"

I grabbed my phone with a puzzled look and saw that Ayna was downstairs in the hotel lobby, dressed in a cleaner's uniform. She was holding a press conference as the heiress of the Sweeney family.

However, the good thing was that I noticed that the burning, lusting sensation in my body had subsided. It seemed that I would be safe as long as I got her away from Eric after all.

She faced the reporters, her face filled with righteous indignation.

"I was betrothed to Mr. Eric Morgan of the Morgan family when I was little. We are actually legally married to each other!

"But Melody Hartman stole my husband, Eric Morgan, away from me for five whole years just because she saved the Morgan family years ago, and because of her own hypersexuality—or sex addiction condition—and told the entire world that she was his legally-wedded wife instead!

"And today, she even abducted me, tore my clothes off, and threw me out of the room just so that she could enjoy the thrills of sexing up my husband with me at the door!

"I really don't know how I would still have the will to live if a passing cleaner didn't save me just now…"

I felt a wave of nausea in my stomach, but I didn't panic.

Back then, the Morgan family was on the verge of bankruptcy, and it was my dad, Nick Hartman, who generously used his military background and helped them through the crisis.

Eric immediately began pursuing me relentlessly after that, even declaring publicly that he would rather die alone than marry someone else if he couldn't have me.

Dad finally agreed to let me marry him after seeing how sincere Eric seemed toward me, believing he had finally found someone who would love and protect his daughter for the rest of her life.

Yet, little did he know that his good-for-nothing son-in-law would immediately begin sleeping with his long-coveted childhood sweetheart as soon as he died from a mysterious heart attack, considering he had always been in the pink of health before it happened.

Eric probably never imagined that the seemingly pure and innocent Ayna he'd known since childhood was actually a sex addict!

I didn't know how she'd managed to suppress or hide it before, but she'd always thought of me as a thorn in her side right after I married Eric, even resorting to using black magic against me now.

The paparazzi exchanged bewildered glances with each other, unable to fathom such a juicy, sensational piece of gossip between such wealthy families.

They practically shoved their mic packs into her mouth while asking her a barrage of questions.

"Ms. Sweeney! We all know that Mr. Eric Morgan and Ms. Melody Hartman had the biggest wedding of the century, and he certainly doesn't seem like he was forced into doing that!

"However, there's a rumor that you were the one pestering Ms. Hartman all along, and she had been nothing but magnanimous and tolerant with you without retaliating at all.

"This is your words against hers, and we need proof. Otherwise, how do you expect us to believe you? We think that you're just slandering Ms. Hartman out of spite after throwing yourself one too many times at Mr. Morgan!"

"After all, Ms. Hartman has always been a composed and dignified woman. She doesn't seem like someone who's as promiscuous as you claim that she is. Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by the Hartman family for spouting nonsense like this?"

Ayna remained calm in the face of the questions thrown at her. A cold smile then played on her lips.

"You've all just been fooled by Melody's feigned composed and gentle demeanor! That's all just an act!

"Just listen to this lewd recording of her sleeping with Eric after locking me out of the room! Just listening to it makes me cringe!"

She then turned the volume on her phone all the way up as she played a recording of the sounds from the room earlier.

The paparazzi immediately blushed in embarrassment and began doubting themselves.

"They always said that wealthy people often had wild fantasies and fetishes in private… They would have just done the deed at home if they were a legitimately married couple. Why would they come all the way to a hotel, where Ms. Sweeney would be able to hear them instead?"

Ayna didn't even hesitate to produce the surveillance footage from the hotel hallway to cement her words being the truth.

Everyone could clearly see the part when she was kicked out naked from the room, and the media finally looked convinced.

She grinned smugly and pushed it even farther.

"If she's innocent, then she wouldn't need to prove herself. She's right upstairs now. Let me bring you all up to confront her!"

A short while later, the paparazzi were all at our door, blocking the way completely as they banged on the door in a deafening manner.

I didn't know where Ayna got the guts to confront us like this, but how could I, Eric's legal wife, possibly be afraid of a side chick like her?

I opened the door defiantly and faced the crowd as they threw a barrage of questions at me. Then, I responded assertively, "Everyone witnessed what a spectacle my wedding to Eric was, so there is absolutely nothing for me to explain!

"As for you, Ms. Sweeney, you're from a wealthy family yourself, and yet, I don't understand why you still have the guts to be so shameless as to covet another woman's husband!"

Ayna just grinned brightly and suddenly pulled out two marriage certificates from her purse.

"I also don't know how you have the guts to cling to another woman's husband as the shameless side chick instead, even announcing it publicly in such a proud manner!"

I was stunned as I quickly snatched the documents from her hands to take a closer look.

The contents sent a chill straight down my spine.

It was Eric and Ayna's marriage certificate, and it was legitimate!

Suddenly, I remembered when Eric and I were supposed to get our marriage certificates together. He claimed it was a small matter and that he could handle it all by himself.

However, he came back empty-handed that evening with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I'm never going to let you see the cert. What if you got tired of me someday and used it to file for divorce from me?

"I've already hidden it away in a safe spot so you'll never lose it!"

I thought his playfulness was rather cute back then. I had really imagined being with him for the rest of my life, and so, I didn't even question it and just let him have it for safekeeping.

But now that I thought of it, it had been a major red flag from the start.

The commotion at the door jolted Eric awake. He walked out with a gaunt expression and was immediately taken aback by the crowd.

He especially panicked when his gaze fell on the marriage certificates in Ayna's hands.

He knew that if news of their marital discord spread now, the stock price for Morgan Group, which had only just begun stabilizing, would be in dire peril.

So, he had no choice but to pull me aside and explain himself.

"It's just a misunderstanding, Mel. I promised Ayna that I would marry her when I was little, but then I met you, and you're now the only love of my life.

"However, I couldn't possibly break my childhood promise to Ayna, so I left the honor and title of being my wife to you and only appeased her with the certs. This way, I would never let either one of you down.

"But if you don't like it, then I'll divorce her immediately tomorrow!"

I stared at Eric incredulously.

To think that I, the daughter of an elite billionaire, would actually turn out to be the side chick all along, even though I was already living my second lifetime!

No wonder Ayna had shamelessly claimed at their grand wedding that she was simply reclaiming her rightful title after my death in my past life.

I had always referred to myself as "Mrs. Morgan" in both lifetimes while parading across town, and I had turned out to be the joke of the century after all!

However, a wave of heat and lust suddenly surged through me before I could even straighten my thoughts out.

Shit. Ayna was having another one of her episodes again!

I glanced up and saw her hiding behind the crowd, her hands roaming over her body as her face turned red and her grin smug.

"Enjoy yourself, bitch!"

A split second later, I felt limp all over.

My heart sank. So, it didn't matter who triggered her sex addiction episode. They would all still be transferred to me!

So, Ayna hadn't really called the people up here to confront me, but to humiliate me in public!

The most horrible thing was that each time the symptoms flared up, my conscious mind was still crystal clear, but my body would go completely out of control.

I found myself grabbing the nearest male paparazzo as I spoke in a seductive voice, my eyes glazed over.

"Quick, I can't take it anymore. Save me! Do it with me!"