One evening, as we sat together after dinner, my husband leaned in with a serious yet oddly enthusiastic expression. “I’ve been thinking about something,” he said, his tone deliberate. “What if you considered high-end escorting?”

I blinked, unsure if I had heard him correctly. He continued, explaining that with my looks, charm, and elegance, I could attract wealthy clients willing to pay handsomely for companionship. “It’s not just about intimacy,” he assured me. “These men want someone intelligent, beautiful, someone they can show off at events. You’d be providing an experience, not just a service.”

I stared at him, waiting for some sign that he was joking, but he was completely serious. He even had numbers in mind—figures that made my head spin. “You wouldn’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” he added. “You’d set the boundaries. And you know I’m not the jealous type. To me, this would be strictly business—nothing emotional, just an opportunity.”

I felt a mix of shock, intrigue, and unease swirl inside me. The idea of stepping into that world felt surreal, like something out of a movie. Was he truly this open-minded, or was there something deeper behind his suggestion? Did he see this as a way for us to achieve financial freedom, or was this a reflection of how he saw me—an asset, rather than a partner?

I took a deep breath, my mind racing. “And what if I said yes?” I asked.