Divorced My Husband, Now He Is On His Knees

Marcia gently touched her belly, a faint smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

After three years of marriage, finally, she got pregnant!

If her husband, Alan, knew the news, he would be overjoyed, right? And Alan's mother wouldn't come over to scold her anymore!

With this thought, Marcia couldn't help but urge, "Please hurry up. I'm in a rush."

The taxi sped through the rainy night and finally came to a stop in front of an extravagant villa. Marcia, beaming, opened the door and walked inside.

She had planned to be away on a business trip for a week, but now she was back a day early. Alan would surely be surprised to see her, especially since she had an enormous piece of news to share.

With a sweet smile, Marcia quietly made her way to the upstairs bedroom.

"Honey... come on... faster!" A sultry voice floated from the room.

Marcia froze; that voice sounded so familiar. Her hand paused on the doorknob.

"Don't rush, baby! I'm not letting you go today!"

"Ah, honey, when are you going to get a divorce? Didn't her shares transfer to your name? Why the delay?"

"Why bring that bitch up now?!" A familiar male voice responded, tinged with disdain. "Her damned father is still watching me. But it won't be long. Hmph! Don't worry, in a few days, my mom will come over and scold her a few more times. That dumb pig might just hand over the shares willingly!"

The woman let out a teasing laugh. "You're so bad!"

"You like me being bad, don't you? Hmm?"

"Stop saying that! I don't!"

Even through the wall, the sounds were clear, intense and stirring, evoking vivid images.

Marcia pressed her hand tightly over her mouth, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cave. The continuous moans from the room felt like a knife stabbing her heart over and over, each thrust painfully suffocating.

After a few deep breaths, she fought back the rising nausea and trembling fingers pushed open the bedroom door.

In an instant, tears streamed down her face like a flood breaking through a dam.

Her husband was there, completely naked, sprawled on the bed with her closest friend in an extremely intimate position, all on the marriage bed she had chosen herself.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Marcia's furious shout froze the two on the bed. Alan slowly turned his head, showing no sign of panic. Instead, he coolly sat up from Kate and frowned in annoyance.

"What are you doing back? Didn't you say you were on a business trip for a week?"

Caught in an affair and not even flustered? Marcia's anger at Alan's calmness made her tremble all over.

"ANSWER ME! What are you two doing?"

This time, Kate let out a mocking laugh, casually grabbing her underwear from the floor and putting it on. "You're not blind, so why ask? It's better you found out. Just get the hell out of here."

"This is my house! My father bought this house! If anyone is leaving, it should be you! " Marcia trembled with rage, pointing at Kate's familiar face. "You! Bitch! I treated you so well! How could you do this?!"

Kate abruptly sat up, grabbing Marcia's arm and slapping her hard.

"Bitch? Marcia, you're the real bitch! Alan loves only me; you're the one stealing him! If your family wasn't rich, do you think he would have married you? You don't know that every night he lies next to you, he feels like throwing up! "

"SHUT UP!"

Marcia screamed like a madwoman, grabbing Kate and retaliating fiercely.

She managed to slap Kate twice, leaving her momentarily stunned, as if she never expected the usually proud and composed Marcia to go wild.

Kate cried out, "Alan, help me! She's gone crazy!"

Alan's face darkened as he lunged forward, grabbing Marcia's hair. "STOP IT! Kate is pregnant!"

Pregnant?!

Marcia instinctively touched her belly; Kate was pregnant—what about her?

She was pregnant too!

Alan looked at Marcia with disgust, coldly saying, "If you're smart, you'll get out of here. Otherwise, we'll get a divorce."

"We will DEFINITELY get a divorce!" Marcia bit her lip tightly, feeling a wave of dizziness. "But before that, I will make sure you're kicked out of the company, you bastard!!"

Hearing Marcia's words, Alan's eyes turned even more sinister. He grabbed her collar with disdain. "Ha! If it weren't for me, do you really think your father's pathetic company could have gotten this far? Who do you think you are?"

Seeing the tears in Marcia's eyes filled him with a sense of revenge. Every time he saw her, that inexplicable feeling of inferiority surged within him. Watching her in this state felt immensely satisfying. He sneered, "Cry? Haha, let me tell you another secret. Do you know why you've never been able to get pregnant?"

Marcia's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Alan. He revealed a cold smile, exposing his white teeth. "Dummy, isn't that glass of water in every morning especially sweet?"

Kate stepped forward, wrapping her arm around Alan's, speaking condescendingly, "Alan, she's really so dumb!Hey, bitch! Now you know, right? Alan only loves me! Hurry up and get lost!"

Marcia's face turned pale as she looked at the smug couple before her, finally unable to hold back and vomited.

"You two will go to hell!"

Boom—

As if in response to Marcia's words, a thunderclap echoed from the sky, and suddenly, torrential rain poured down.

Kate, startled by the thunder, shrank into Alan's arms and said softly, "Alan, she dared to curse us. I—I'm still with baby!"

Hearing this, Alan fixed his gloomy gaze on Marcia's hate-filled eyes and raised his hand to slap her hard. "You filthy bitch!"

He became angrier with each slap, listening to Marcia's muffled groans, his tone rising with excitement.

"If you keep talking, I swear I'll tear your mouth apart. You didn't know how to scream in bed, but now you're really getting into it!"

Marcia struggled fiercely, but her strength was no match for Alan's. Seeing her fight back, Kate grabbed Marcia's hair, her face serious as she shouted, "Alan, kill her!"

The two of them attacked the defenseless woman like madmen, both eyes filled with frenzy.

The once proud woman was reduced to a pitiful state, igniting a sense of triumph in them.

But Marcia could hold on no longer; her eyes rolled back, and she fainted...