Anna Chase was a girl with a head full of dirty jokes. Three years ago, she cluelessly married the cold, abstinent Zachary Sterling—a man who hadn’t touched her in three years, and even kissing him felt like kissing a monk. Fed up, she asked for a divorce and, to get it over with, lied that she’d cheated. Unexpectedly, Shen Zhizhou wasn’t angry at all; that night, he dug up the names she had casually made up and spent three hours investigating them thoroughly. Then he pulled out a cold iron chain, locked her up—and unleashed the madness he had kept under his saintly exterior for three years.
