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#9 - The Real Mrs. Salvatore

Author: Meechelle
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-06 06:05:13

I stood frozen as the video looped again on Grandma’s tablet.

"My husband is impotent!"

My voice. Slurred. Broadcasted.

Vivian stood behind her, smug as ever, arms folded like she’d just pulled the final card in a game I didn’t know I was playing.

“I…” I opened my mouth but no sound came out.

Grandma finally looked up, her eyes sharp. “Care to explain that humiliating display last night?”

I opened my mouth. Again, nothing. So I did what any cornered woman with no good excuse would do.

I burst into tears.

“I didn’t mean to,” I whimpered, sinking to my knees. “I just wanted to forget, okay?”

Grandma didn’t flinch. “Forget what?”

I sniffled louder, letting the waterworks pour. “I’m an unloved wife, Grandma. Your precious grandson is always with Vivian. Laughing. Whispering. Acting like I’m invisible.”

Grandma’s brows raised, but she didn’t speak.

“I’m miserable in this marriage. He doesn’t even touch me. Not once! He detests me.”

Surely, the one time Arianna drugged him didn’t count. Aft
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