A Cold Marriage with a Cruel Husband

Ethan Grant's sweetheart was bitten by my dog and in a fit of rage, he shoved me into a cage with a lion.

I quickly noticed that the lion was in heat and desperately pleaded with him for mercy.

"Ethan, the lion is in heat! Let me out, or I'll die!"

Even his assistant tried to reason with him.

"Mr. Grant, her parents were both killed by lions. She has a severe fear of them. Maybe you could punish her some other way?"

Ethan let out a cold scoff.

"I know she's afraid. That's exactly why I chose this."

"The only way she'll learn her lesson and stop tormenting Lily is by feeling utterly helpless."

With that, he locked the cage without hesitation and walked away.

I screamed in despair for help, but in the end, the crazed lion sank its teeth into my neck, tearing through my flesh... Blood and organs scattered across the floor.

——

Three days after my death, my soul, hovering in midair, suddenly descended and found itself next to Ethan.

It seemed like he had been drinking, as his steps were unsteady when he walked through the door.

Aunt Linda, the servant, saw him and immediately put down her work, rushing over to help him onto the sofa. Then, she brought him a bowl of sobering soup.

Ethan took a sip of the sobering soup, his brow furrowing. "Why does this taste different than usual?"

Aunt Linda responded, "The sobering soup was always made by the Madam before. She's not here today, so I followed an online recipe. It might not taste the same..."

"Where has she run off to this time? Never home, always out doing who knows what. Does she not want to be Mrs. Grant anymore?" His voice brimmed with frustration.

Aunt Linda replied, "Wasn't she out with you a couple of days ago? She hasn't come back since then."

Ethan froze, the realization hitting him. Then, like a balloon losing air, he collapsed onto the sofa. "Oh... right. Got it. You can go."

Aunt Linda nodded and quietly left the room.

Once she was gone, Ethan pulled out his phone and sent me a message on WhatsApp [Realized your mistake yet?]

Pathetic. I was already dead and he still thought I was just sulking, refusing to come home.

Of course, there was no reply from my side.

A few minutes passed and Ethan, growing more irritated, tried calling. He dialed again and again—four, five times in a row—but no answer.

"Great. Just great!" he muttered with a dark, twisted smile, before turning to call Alex instead.

Alex, Ethan’s most loyal right-hand man and assistant, always on standby, answered almost immediately.

"Hello, Mr. Grant. It's late—what would you like me to do?"

Ethan’s voice was icy as he ordered, "Tell the circus people that I’ve bought the lion. It’s not to be let out of its cage. If Jenna refuses to admit her mistake, I don’t mind keeping her locked up with it for the rest of her life."

Alex hesitated. "Mr. Grant, I was just about to call you. The circus suddenly announced it’s disbanding for some reason. Right now, all the animals are locked up in their pens, with no one taking care of them or taking ownership."

Ethan let out a cold chuckle. "Perfect." There was a hint of smugness in his tone.

Alex, concerned, asked, "Should we send someone to check on the Madam?"

"What’s there to check? Those animals are trained. Do you really think they’ll hurt her?"

"But..."

"No buts. The fact that no one’s there makes it even better. Let her go hungry for a few days. Once she realizes her mistake, she’ll call me herself."