Mrs Faust opens by declaring she married Faust, describing how they met as students, lived together, broke up and reconciled, finally wed, earned multiple academic degrees (BA, MA, Ph.D.), and purchased a house—yet they had no children. Their material excess expands: two matching bathrobes, fast cars, a sailboat, a second home in Wales, and the latest gadgets. Faust is portrayed as clever, greedy, and slightly mad; Mrs Faust admits she is “as bad,” loving the lifestyle more than the life itself. Faust craves prestige, boasting of Eastern deals, cab rides to Soho, encounters with ghosts, panthers, and feasts. One winter night she returns home hungry to find Faust in his study smoking cigar smoke and laughing loudly with companions. He narrates how the world “spread its legs,” detailing a rapid ascent into politics (MP, Right Honourable, KG), banking (offshore accounts), and business (Vice‑chairman, Chairman, Owner, Lord). He later claims divine status—Cardinal, Pope, knowing more than God—travels faster than sound, walks on the moon, golfs, and even lights a “fat Havana on the sun.” Faust invests in smart bombs, arms dealing, farms, cloned sheep, and scours the internet for like‑minded “Bo‑Peep.” While Faust climbs, Mrs Faust pursues her own path: a whirlwind tour of Rome in a day, spinning gold from hay, extensive cosmetic surgery, global travel to China, Thailand, Africa, becoming vegan, Buddhist, celibate, and changing hair colors repeatedly. She describes a night where Faust bragged about a virtual Helen of Troy, which she kissed. Mrs Faust admits she made a pact with Mephistopheles, selling her soul. Suddenly a serpent‑like devil appears, its scaly hands pulling Faust through terracotta Tuscan tiles straight to Hell. Faust’s will bequeaths his yacht, multiple homes, a Lear jet, helipad, and all loot to Mrs Faust. Later, she falls gravely ill, purchases a kidney with a credit card, recovers, and keeps secret that Faust, despite his power, never possessed a soul.