Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces Mga Nobela at Kwento

His once expressionless face broke into a shocked and confused one before slipping back into his usual one of cold indifference. "You abandoned me!” My voice was raised and loud now, attracting the guests and everyone else that I didn’t care were watching. "You abandoned your own wife, and now you’re married to her?!” “You know, all these while, I thought Sabrina was only making up stories when she said that her twin sister was a selfish, greedy bitch who hated her and would do anything to take her life away. But finally meeting you now, I can see that she was never wrong…” Before he could complete his sentence, I raised my hand and smacked him hard across the face. The sharp sound of the sl

Reuben laughed at her as he peeled off his shirt and dove for her while she began to plead for him to let her go. Ignoring her pleas, he threw her onto the couch and began to forcefully undress her. As she weakly struggled with him, he smacked her across the face twice. She cried out in horror. She felt her face swell and tasted blood on her lip. At that moment, she began to hope that Donovan would find her. She would face his wrath but it was better than where she currently was. "Shut up, bitch." Reuben commanded and she started to cry, remembering Fidelis's warning and her dream. He slapped her again, hurting her already sensitive face. With every ounce of her dwindling strength, she tear

"After all these years, you really think you can live without me? Weren't you the one who always dreamed of marrying me? Of being my little accessory?" Hearing those words, I felt a fire ignite inside me. Trophy wife, high and mighty, accessory... I didn't hold back. I raised my hand and slapped him, hard. The sharp crack of the slap echoed in the room. "Get out. Get the hell out!" I pointed to the door. "Abby!" "Get out!" Soren slowly lowered his hand, a clear red print blooming on his cheek. "Fine. Just fine." "You'll regret this."

The acrid smell stung my nostrils, making my eyes water. I stood frozen, the bile creeping dangerously close. Her hand flew out, and I flinched, but it was too late. The slap connected with my cheek, sending me sprawling onto the wet floor. My hand landed in the slick mess, the warmth of it seeping through my skin. My cheek burned, and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, but I didn’t dare move. I stayed still, chest heaving, hoping she’d leave me alone. “You’re worthless,” she spat, her voice slurred. “Just like that woman who gave birth to you. She ruined my life, and now you’re here to remind me of everything I lost.”

Emboldened by her words, Conal stepped closer to Alma, his breath reeking of cigarettes as he exhaled cruelly into her face: "You’re too kind! A girl like her will never amount to anything, not with a failed, useless old man for a father, rotting away in poverty. Like father, like daughter—your whole family is nothing but trash!" SLAP! A sharp, resounding crack echoed through the hallway, drowning out the hum of machinery and the murmurs of the crowd. Alma’s hand trembled in the air, her emerald eyes burning with a vengeful fire. With the last remnants of strength in her exhausted body, she had swung her hand directly into the face of the man she had once deeply loved. That slap wasn't just

Eve shouted angrily, her eyes red due to fury, tears already threatening to escape. Seeing her crying, the man felt as if his heart was pierced by needles. He let out a sigh and said, “Don’t forget that I am your father. You have to respect me. Also, if you continue shouting like this and one of the servants reports to your mother, do you think that we will be able to convince her to turn against that wretched girl when they come back?”

I was alone at home. My wife, Queenie Sullivan, had said she had to attend a business function. It was already very late into the night, yet she still hadn't returned. Clutching my stomach, I fought through the pain as I dragged myself to prepare some ginger tea for her. Queenie returned home drunk. She looked upset, as if something were weighing heavily on her. I offered her the ginger tea, but for some reason, she reacted with sudden irritation. She slapped my hand away, sending the cup of ginger tea crashing to the floor. Then, with a cold expression, she kicked me right in the stomach.

“Yes! Breed me! Fill my worthless womb with your thick cum! I want to get pregnant by my boyfriend’s best friends while he watches!” Aiden stroked his cock faster, eyes locked on the depraved sight. “Do it. Ruin her womb.” Louis stepped in, yanking Damien’s fist out with a wet pop. Rebecca’s pussy didn’t close. Instead, her pink inner walls prolapsed slightly, a beautiful, puffy rosebud of ruined cunt flesh pushing outward. The sight was pure filth. “Look at that prolapsed whore pussy,” Marcus laughed darkly. He slapped the sensitive rosebud hard, making Rebecca jolt and squirt. “Push it out more, slut. Show us how broken your fuckhole is.”

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “You’re a dirty little wife, aren’t you?” I nodded. I didn’t flinch. He slapped my inner thigh. “Say it.” “I’m your dirty little wife.” He leaned in, his mouth against my ear. “My pathetic, broken, jealous wife who wants to be fucked like a whore.” “Yes.”