Novel & Cerita Bull Humiliates Husband

“You’ve lost weight too.” Billy raised his hand and squeezed hers. He was feeling slightly guilty, but he still teased her, “I’m sure there are other ways to satisfy my darling. Do you want to try?” “What kind of joke is this? Give me back my husband and get some rest.” Triggered by his comical act, Sherman giggled and kicked him gently. “Are you sure you don’t want it? I’m waiting for you; such chances don’t come by easily; are you sure you want to let it go?”

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

Just when I was about to break down, Cruz suddenly spoke up, trying to comfort me. “Don’t blame yourself too much, Don Vitale. You were misled by a traitor, and that’s why you mistreated your wife. This wasn’t your fault.” As he said that, Cruz deliberately shot Lina a look. Lina had just slandered him as a traitor, so of course, he’d take the first chance to get back at her. However, his words also snapped me awake. My eyes widened with rage as I glared at Lina.

“Who are you to interfere?” Why was she turning this on him? Natalia also moved closer, her eyes burning as she looked at Liam. “You do not know what she’s done, do you? You're just a loser, how would you even know?.” “Stop it,” I cut in, stepping closer to Liam. “You don’t get to talk to him like that. He’s my husband.” A stunned silence fell over them. My mother blinked, her fury momentarily replaced by shock, and Natalia’s mouth opened, then closed again.

“Yes or no?” Leon asks, pegging me with his crazy gorgeous eyes. “Do you want the promotion or not?” This man would suck as a husband. He’d be bossy as all hell. So why are my panties still doing that bullshit thing where they’re hot and freaking soaked all at the same time?

On the livestream, Donald and Patricia were propping up a weeping Scarlett, holding up the body of an infant for the camera. Donald jabbed his finger at the screen, bellowing. "Plastic surgeon Vivian Hale -- during what was supposed to be a routine cosmetic procedure -- she sewed my daughter-in-law’s virgina shut on purpose." "My grandson... my grandson never even took a breath. What kind of monster does that?" Patricia, still wearing a back brace, collapsed to the floor, rocking back and forth, wailing.

“She’ll manage, Mother. Amara knows the terms. She’s stable.” “Stable is a word for a horse, Gideon. Your wife looks like she’s about to cry into the consommé.” “I’m fine,” I said quickly, the lie tasting like ash. “You’re not fine. You’re unimpressive,” Helena snapped. “Your posture is terrible, your background is a liability, and your silence is becoming a bore. If you’re going to be in this house, you need to at least try to match the decor.” I waited for Gideon to say something. Anything. I didn't need him to shout; I just needed him to stop her. He was my husband. He was the reason I was sitting in this cold room, being torn apart by a woman who valued a last name over a human soul.

Tears and snot ran freely down his face as he solemnly promised, "I'll divorce this bitch right away! I'll do it right now! This is all her fault!" Held down by two female officers, Hilda went berserk after hearing that. She struggled, lunged at Barron, and tried to claw at him, screaming, "Barron, you son of a bitch! How dare you say that now! "If you hadn't whispered in my ear every day about how rich your nephew was and how easy, foolish he was to manipulate, would I have the guts to do any of this? You said once we squeezed him dry, we'd move into the city and buy a villa!"

She slapped the main culprit interfering with her breathing, then raised her foot to push him away. "Go away, don't touch me." Subsequently, she muttered in a daze, "I'm married. My husband is very powerful. He’ll kill you if you dare to touch me." Lucian was speechless. He was suddenly overjoyed, completely forgetting that she had just pushed him away while he was taking advantage of her. He took a deep breath, repressed his emotions, and calmly asked, "So, who is your husband?" Though Lucian appeared composed on the surface, he was extremely nervous. Calista had called out the names of other men twice while in a state of confusion.

Her tears instantly erupted, rushing down Iqlima's cheeks when she saw the many reddish marks on her husband's skin in addition to the cuts and bruises that had been treated. “Whose hickey is this?” Iqlima sat weakly, desperately, near Darren. Her husband wanted to reach out, wanted to soothe, but Iqlima was already disgusted and disappointed at the dirty deed left behind. There was no sympathy for the hurt that could be seen if Darren wasn't by her side for another woman. “Bi, be honest with me!” Iqlima demanded. “Who were you with last night?” Stammering, Darren took every light blow his wife aimed at his chest. “Ima..., I wasn't... last night, no...”