What Happens In The Ending Of 'Sex Please We'Re Sixty'?

"Don't touch me! How could you do this to me Hardin? I loved you!" "I'm sorry you had to find out this way babe," Hardin replied calmly. Too calmly for Melanie 's liking. There was no trace of regret in his voice. "But I was never really in love with you Melanie. It was always Natalia for me. She was my first and only love." Melanie Marshall thought she had it all - a loving marriage, wealth inherited from her grandfather, and a future brighter than her dreams. But one fateful day, everything came crashing down. Returning home from a business trip, Melanie was devastated to find her husband Hardin in bed with her half-sister Natalia. Not only had he betrayed her, but he served divorce papers, intent on taking everything - her inheritance, her home, even her dignity. Years later, Melanie has rebuilt her life and Hardin desperately wants her back! But this time, she's stronger. It's time for a reckoning, and revenge will be sweet.

My father was hit by a car. When I found the perpetrator, my wife, Jessie Ford, stepped out of the passenger seat with her clothes in disarray. I stayed at the hospital to care for my father, yet Jessie stayed with the perpetrator at the police station while he was being questioned. I refused to settle the case, and she picked up a thermos and struck my head. “He’s a lawyer. Do you want to ruin his career? What are you trying to do?” I calmly wiped the blood from my forehead and looked at Jessie, who stood there flustered and slow to understand the situation. This was not Jessie’s first affair, but it was the most serious one. I suddenly remembered the fifth year of our marriage when she grinned at me and said, “Don’t you get tired of sleeping with only one person for the rest of your life? To be fair, I won’t interfere with how you fool around. What I give them is sex; what I give you is love.” Later, I did exactly what she suggested and got involved with the girl she sent to me, yet she begged me to come back.

After five years in a marriage without intimacy, I finally called my wife, Suzanna Jones, the youngest commander in the military, and asked her to spend the night with me. Five hundred and twenty times. That was how many times we had been interrupted over the years. Every time we came close to being together, an urgent call from her widowed brother‑in‑law, Eric Gibson, pulled her away before anything could happen. Then, on our wedding anniversary, Suzanna promised she would finally give me the perfect wedding night we never had. I held her by the waist and was about to cross the final line between us when Eric’s ringtone shattered the moment. “Suzanna… I was injured in an explosion down there. What if I am crippled for life…?” Panic filled her face. She pushed me aside and rushed for the door. I grabbed her wrist and tried to stop her. “Send him to the military hospital first.” She turned on me with anger and slapped me across the face. “Shane! Eric is seriously hurt! How can you be this heartless?” She pulled on her dress and ran out. When I caught up with her, the sight in front of me stopped me cold. The woman who once promised to give me her first night was wrapped around Eric in a position far more intimate than anything she had ever shared with me. When I asked for an explanation, she looked calm and unbothered. “Eric is in critical condition. Was I supposed to stand there and do nothing? It is not that important. If it bothers you that much, I can fix it later.” Something inside me went numb. For five years, I had been the only one trying to hold our marriage together. At that moment, I realized I was exhausted from fighting for something that had ended long ago.

On the first night of our graduation trip, the class representative, Gordon Perkins, suggests that we draw lots in order to get our rooms assigned to us. "Let fate decide the pairs who get to stay in the same room as long as they have the same number, regardless of their gender! Imagine how exciting this is!" Throughout my four-year college life, Ivan Decker and I have been in a relationship for three of those years. No one knows about our relationship, though. I pull out a ball from the box and await my partner. When it's Ivan's turn, he draws out a ball with the number seven. Gordon raises his voice immediately. "The other lucky person who gets to stay in room seven is… Rebecca Benson!" Rebecca, the young woman whom Ivan has pursued in a high-profile manner in the past, goes bright red. Everyone cheers on them right away, claiming that Lady Fate really wants them to be together. But I'm the only one who stays silent. No one knows that I've heard Gordon secretly tell Ivan something before it's time to draw lots. "Look for the ball with the raised dot. I specially saved those ones for you and Rebecca." As I look at Ivan, who walks over to Rebecca and picks up her suitcase for her with a soft smile, I find myself smiling as well. It turns out that Ivan never plans on making our relationship official despite having waited for him for three years. This time, I decide to be the one who leaves first.

When Jeremy Cooper marries Camilla Sloan, he's certain they will live happily ever after. Her family, however, never stops showing their contempt for the union—and Camilla herself promises her sick childhood friend, Zachary Larson, that she will fulfill 99 wishes for him. Jeremy witnesses the extreme lengths Camilla is willing to go to just to accomplish that. She walks out of an important meeting because Zachary tells her he feels like having some roasted sweet potatoes. In the middle of the night, when the mood is just right between Jeremy and Camilla, she will jump out of bed and rush to the hospital simply because Zachary says the thunderstorm is scaring him. When Jeremy asks whether Camilla realizes she's crossing the line a bit, she curtly replies, "Don't worry about it. I know my boundaries." Jeremy slowly grows disillusioned. The two start giving each other the cold shoulder, and they grow distant from each other. But even so, Camilla refuses to back down. One day, under the guise of being inebriated, she arrives on Jeremy's doorstep, but a gorgeous woman in a bathrobe opens the door instead. At last, she panics.

At her bachelorette party, Lucille had a one-night stand with an unknown man. Waking up, she learns that she's also married to the man. Because it's her wedding, Lucille abandons the man and promised never to cross paths with him again but during her wedding, she learns that the man she had a one-night stand with, is her husband's twin brother, Kyle! To keep their One-night-stand stand a secret, Kyle demanded three things from Lucille. One, she will be his sex toy to always compensate him whenever he is horny. Two, she will work as a stripper in his lounge to VIP customers. Three, she must do the two things listed above, otherwise, he will upload her sex video and make it go viral! Will Lucille accept this condition? Will she cheat on the man she loves and married to just to keep her secret hidden forever? Are you a type that enjoys seeing your male lead jealous? This story is for you!