The Last Voucher

Julian Anderson returned from his business trip a changed man.

His hugs became stiff. His kisses felt cold. Even in bed, his mind seemed elsewhere.

When I asked if he was unwell, he brushed it off as work exhaustion.

Then one morning, I saw his first love Chloe Lawrence step out of a Maybach, her neck covered in telltale marks.

My heart froze.

I didn't scream or cry. I simply tore up the ninety-ninth Request Voucher with quiet resignation.

When Julian pursued me, he'd written a hundred love letters.

On our wedding night, we transformed those letters into Request Vouchers.

Our pact was simple—as long as vouchers remained, I'd fulfill his every demand unconditionally.

Four years of marriage.

Countless times he abandoned me for Chloe, each time burning through another voucher.

But he didn't know.

Only two vouchers remained.

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After four years of trying, I was finally pregnant.

At the company celebration, I sat in the corner wearing a loose dress, cradling my belly.

A commotion erupted.

Chloe pointed outside, wailing, "My cat's trapped on the ledge!"

Everyone turned to see a white cat trembling on a narrow twentieth-floor ledge.

Chloe clutched Julian's sleeve. "Julian, save her! She's my dearest companion!"

Without hesitation, Julian turned to me. "You. Go get that cat."

The room fell silent.

All eyes locked on us in shock.

I gripped my dress, unable to believe my ears.

"Mr. Anderson, that's too dangerous—" a colleague protested.

"Your wife is pregnant! The twentieth floor—"

Julian stared me down. "Go."

I wanted to refuse. Then he leaned in and whispered, "Request Voucher."

Those two words turned my blood to ice.

My fingers brushed my barely visible bump.

Yes. The vouchers.

The promise born from a hundred love letters.

Cherished newlyweds' tokens—until Chloe returned.

Ninety-seven vouchers spent in two years.

This would be the ninety-eighth...

Silently, I walked to the window.

Colleagues' protests vanished in the howling wind.

Julian stood stone-faced.

The gale screamed as I inched toward the terrified cat.

She let me scoop her up without struggle.