My Husband and His Sugar Daddy

Synopsis

After working myself to exhaustion, I discovered I could read the minds of everyday objects. The bed muttered, "Ugh, I feel dirty now. Mason fooled around with the fifty-year-old cleaning lady on top of me while Molly was out working. It was so disturbing." The shattered plant pot complained. "They fought so hard that they knocked me off the table and smashed me to pieces. "I'm Molly's carefully chosen plant. How could they treat me like this?" I smacked myself a couple of times, but realized this was real, not just some crazy dream. Before I could process the shock of my husband, Mason Pearson, cheating on me with the cleaning lady, Sophia Vasquez, my debt collector was blowing up my phone for payment. Hit rock bottom in both love and work, I was so miserable that I couldn't even shed a tear. The debt collector's shirt piped up, "Why doesn't she just use her husband to pay off the debt? My owner has a thing for him. "He spent two hours this morning just staring at Mason's photo. He'd definitely be worth a good price." I blinked, thinking that might work. But the debt collector was a guy. Moreover, he was an old guy.