The Transactional Heart

Summary

After getting back together with Asher, everyone around him said I had changed.

I used to be notoriously high-maintenance.

I demanded to check his phone, clung to him like a second skin, and needed to know his every move.

It wasn't until I drowned in the gap between our social classes that I suddenly realized: everyone around him thought I wasn't worthy.

Later, I became his mistress.

Obedient, considerate, terrified to say the word "love," and an expert at exchanging sweet nothings for his black card.

But he gripped my hand tight, his eyes red, asking me why I didn't love him anymore.