Novel & Cerita Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces

Sobbing, I tried to press against their wounds with my clothes, but Jane weakly pushed my hand away. "It's too late, Nat." Tears blurred my vision as I clutched her hand tightly. "I've called 911! The police are on their way too! Please don't die… I'm sorry, it's my fault. I didn't get the money in time—I wasted too much time…" Jane smiled faintly, as if even that required all the strength she had left. "This isn't your fault. The abductor never planned to release us. You've suffered so much over the years. Shane owes you far too much. Divorce him. Everything we own will go to you. Go live your life, Nat…"

His fingers latch onto my jaw, squeezing painfully, forcing me to face him. His breath is hot, stifling, and reeks of arrogance. “So you think getting pregnant with my child will make me want you back, huh? You’re pathetic. I’ll never want you. Vivian is the only one I love, do you understand?” I yank my face away, the sting of his fingers lingering on my skin. Anger boils over, and before I know it, my palm cracks against his cheek in a sharp, resounding slap. “I said the baby is not yours! Are you dumb? How can this baby be yours?”

“You really didn’t think, did you?” I closed my eyes and gripped the armrest of the couch, trying to gather strength. I suddenly felt the sting of his palm land hard on the left side of my face. The slap was so strong that my face went numb. I felt small stinging sensations, probably from the impact of the slap. “And who’s the fool you let use you, huh?” he shouted. “You really let yourself be used by some guy? And then you let yourself get pregnant! I don’t even know why you’re my child. You’re such bad luck!”

she feigned and hiccup. How dare you raise your hand on my wife" he asked and a resounding slap echo across Mina face." You this prostitute, " Another slap" After all the life you've done, nobody wanted to marry you and they force me too because I have nothing right? I will show you your place today in this house stupid woman kawai." He retort and went inside. Nna kaka who was satisfy with the drama laugh and tongue out before re throwing the cloth back at her.

"In Greyvane. The System assigned it after I established marriage contract with another resident and began reconstruction work on the collapsed infrastructure." "Marriage contract triggered Class assignment." Another notation. "That's unusual mechanism. Most Classes are assigned during standard Awakening ceremonies between ages fifteen and eighteen." "I'm villain-blooded. Standard Awakening protocols don't function normally for suppressed bloodlines. The marriage contract created System event that resolved classification conflict and allowed delayed assignment." Petra's pen paused. "Villain-blooded. Dreadmourne family?" "Yes." "The northern estate that was purged approximately six weeks ago.

"Sally, I'm better than you. I have a husband, a mother-in-law, and children in the future. You're about to become a widow, and you'll be taking care of a paralyzed mother-in-law for the rest of your life!" After marrying into the Garrett family, I ate and drank well and slept until I naturally woke up every day. Now, not only was my skin brighter and my body stronger, but my fighting skills had also improved dramatically. I jogged over, grabbed Flora's long braid, yanked it, tripped her, and pinned her to the ground. I straddled her and slapped her across the face. "You've just got to talk nonsense. I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

"Could it be... Could it really be... that I'm still alive? Have I truly been reborn?" Sigourney would live her life over again, one more time. This was not a dream. She had returned to six months ago-when she was at her most beautiful, most radiant, and had the strongest pillar of support in her husband. A faint smile curled on Sigourney's lips as she gazed thoughtfully out the window. This time, she would make them pay. Every ounce of suffering she endured in her past life-she would reclaim it all, with interest. A hundred, a thousand times over.

“But I’m not the one who put a baby in a shameless whore!” “How dare you?” He cried, raising his hand and slapping me across the cheek. I stumbled backwards, hitting the bed, my bag falling to the floor. A shriek escaped my throat, my hand reaching to cup my cheek. I sat up slowly, my eyes widening. He rushed over, his breathing harsh and ragged. “Eric, how…..” He slapped me again, sending me back to the bed. I let out a scream, tears stinging in my eyes. “You’re trying to ruin me!” He yelled, leaning over, his hands wrapping around my throat. I let out a scream, my fingers clawing at his hands in desperation.

Then, he looked up at me standing on the steps, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot. A resounding slap landed hard across my face. My head snapped to the side. My ears rang, and my cheek burned with searing pain. "Rosalie, you vicious woman!" he roared, his voice filled with despair and fury. I slowly turned my head and looked at him, grief and rage written across his face as if he had lost everything. Then, using all my strength, I slapped him back. The sound was equally sharp and loud. "Rest assured," I said, looking into his shocked eyes. My words were cold and deliberate. "As of today, I'm no longer your fiancée."

SMACK! The sound of the slap echoes around the lavish mansion. A beautiful brunette is standing in the middle of the living room, her pearly cheek marred by the red palm print. Her ocean blue eyes are now red with fury and anger, stinging with tears. She’s only twenty one years old, already the wife of the most powerful man in the country. But she’s only his wife in name; this slap is the proof of it. The slap hurts her pride and while her heart is bleeding with sadness, she stands tall to defy the ones who are bringing her down.