Turning Wife into Mistress

'Cynthia, it's been three years of disguising yourself like this. haven't you gotten enough of it?" Gray's cold voice crept over behind her like a ghost's. Cynthia paused on her way towards the kitchen. her fingers holding the plates were clenched tightly. But when she turned back, she met Gray's cold eyes. The mockery and disgust in his eyes made Cynthia's heart tremble. Does he hate her that much? Gray's handsome face was as cold as Shura in hell. 'Don't you feel sick?" he grinned. 'What do you mean?" Cynthia was puzzled, with her tone a little lonely. 'You don't know what I mean?" Gray sneered, while his eyes got even colder. 'You once tried so hard to get onto my bed and married a super-rich. you were obviously a vain woman at that time. But now you pretend to be affectionate in front of me. Isn't that disgusting?"