Chapter 1 On our wedding anniversary, Arthur Menzie came home with Tiffany Perkins. The woman in his arms was covered in mud, but his usual obsession with cleanliness seemed to vanish. “Arthur, there are so many people watching. I can walk on my own; you don’t need to carry me,” Tiffany said with a coy tone, though her eyes remained fixed on me. It was a challenge from a conqueror.
