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As I approached the building, Stanley appeared, rushing toward me. "I bought you some fruit. When I came back and saw you weren't here, I thought you'd left me again!" he said, his voice tinged with panic. Nearby, a middle-aged woman watched us with amusement. "Young man, you really cherish your wife. My daughter could learn a thing or two from this when finding a guy." Stanley laughed nervously, waving off her praise. "I'm just an ordinary guy," he said modestly. "Ordinary?" I laughed, my voice sharp enough to cut through his facade. "Don't let him fool you. He's only acting this way out of guilt—because he cheated on me."

"It's already way past midnight! Why are you so late?" I was already exhausted from the sudden overtime work I had to put in. However, as soon as I sat down on the couch, he'd already started questioning me. Angrily, I snapped back, "You're the one who cheated, so why are you making such a huge fuss? You should be thankful that I'm even here in the first place!" As soon as he heard me call him a cheater, he froze for a split second. After recollecting his thoughts, he softened up and tried to justify himself. "I'm an award-winning A-list actor now, so you're not a good fit for me anymore."

But the evidence was right in front of me—Mark and Kevin were with a woman who wasn't Donna! So what was going on? Did she cheat on me or not? I was confused. I decided I needed to go home and find out if Donna was really there! If she was home and things seemed normal, it would mean I was just being paranoid. With that thought, I gritted my teeth and drove back home. I rushed upstairs and pulled out my keys, opening the door with urgency. As soon as I stepped inside, I saw Donna frantically spraying insecticide around the kitchen.

As Crystal watched her mother being taken away, she burst into loud sobs. Her wailing echoed in the room as I handed the officers a backup of the mansion’s security footage. A short distance away, the reporter passed me his phone and signaled for me to check it. I was led to a social media platform. A video titled [Twist of Cheating Scandal: Wife Mistaken for the Mistress, Here’s the Shocking Truth…] had been uploaded. There was a bright red tag beside it. [Trending.]

"What do you mean?" "She's been lacing your food with spermicide. It's enough to make you sterile forever." He leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "She had it all planned out. Once you become sterile, she'll have enough reason to divorce you and take your money. Then, she'll marry me." So that was it. That was why we could never have our own children! Fury pulsed through my veins, filling my body with enough strength to stand back up. I slammed my palm right into Christopher's cheek. "You bastards!"

"Home? Which one—the place where you cheated through a wall? The house that was never mine? You keep saying you love me. When you were screwing him, did I cross your mind? What about what we promised back then?" She froze under my stare. No excuses. Just a slow shake of her head. Her eyes filled up. I felt nothing—except the urge to laugh harder. She'd done everything wrong, and now she was playing pitiful, begging like that fixed anything? So what—cheat openly, say sorry, and it all disappears? "No, it's not like that," she rushed out. "Glen, I really, really love you. Just forgive me. Just this once." I shoved her back, voice ice-cold. "When love's gone, it's gone. Same as before—when you

I swatted her hand away, rolling my eyes. We moved through the aisles, Amber tossing things into the basket with zero hesitation. Chips, pasta, strawberry yogurt, a bag of gummy worms, a magazine she wasn’t going to read, a random candle shaped like a pumpkin. “We don’t need that,” I said. She gasped, offended. “Ethan. How dare you disrespect Pumpkin Gerald.” “His name is Gerald?” “Yes,” she whispered dramatically. “He is a single father of three tiny mini candles. Show some respect.”

"YOU CHEATED !!!!" "I didn't! !" "You did !!" "No nada " "Yes you did !!" "Nopeyyyy" "Uuurrrghhhhh.... you did ...Amber saw it !!" I point at her . She looks up from her from cell phone and raised an eyebrow . I look at her motioning to say yes . "Amber ...did i cheat ??" Peach askes "I wasn't even paying attention " My mouth hung open . "Uurrghg....can't you just help me for once ...this is the third time you cheated ...."

Sweetcheeks folded on the first run through. Thane, Tove, and I rushed through the hand. "I win. Trip sevens. Thane, lose your pants. Tove's Queen beat your eight." Sweetcheeks' breathing picked up as Thane stood and moved into her space. Right before he gave her a face full of cock, he shimmied out of his pants. His semi-hard cock was tenting his boxer briefs. Sweetcheeks reached out as if to touch him. She looked up his body at him, swallowed. Then she licked her lips, her face still tilted up.

Gretchen only weighs 4kg, so it’s set for anything over will set it off and alert the guards and Hunter to signal an intruder. I head up the stairs slamming the door as Stacey jumps looking almost bored until I came in. Clearly she thinks she has been waiting a long time. I know just what to do. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Pumpkin. Do you know what happens to naughty girls?” her lips twitch as she shifts on the bed, her eyes heating. “I’m sorry Jaden, please,” she whimpers, batting her lashes, attempting to look innocent as I smirk. “Not good enough. You need to be punished.”