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Hashtags like #NickEmotionallyAbusesWife, #TheTruthBehindEliteMarriages, and #AshleySuffersInSilence shot to the top of the trending charts. Countless misled netizens flooded my livestream account, cursing me as a spoiled rich man who had driven his wife into another man's arms. It was Brian's final strike—his last desperate attempt to flip the narrative and cast himself as a victim. "Do you want me to handle this?" Chelsey asked, her tone like ice as she scrolled through the venomous comments on her tablet. I shook my head. "No need. He's just a clown dancing on borrowed time." I didn't respond. I didn't defend myself because I knew lies collapse on their own. Truth doesn't need to shout.

One glance of her big slutty tits in my face and my arousal instantly dissipates. “Hello.” Chelsea fakes a smile. “Hi,” I reply as I cut into my chicken. Angela smiles warmly as she puts her hand on my leg. “God, Mac is like an animal with you. I’ve been watching him.” I swallow uncomfortably. I’m a ho. “Mac is an animal with all women. You should see him with me,” Chelsea murmurs sarcastically into her wine glass.

I opened the unknown message first. "Nina, please, give me a chance to explain myself. What you saw wasn’t what it looked like. Please give me another chance. You can't throw away our years of relationship like that" Anger immediately filled my chest. Wasn’t cheating enough? Now he was trying to convince me that what I saw wasn’t real. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Then I opened Liana’s message. Honestly, I already knew what she would say, but curiosity got the better of me.

From blood loss, exhaustion, or fear—probably all three. What had I done? What the fuck had I done? For the first time since this whole nightmare started, I let myself really think about it. Really consider the magnitude of my betrayal. I'd cheated on my mate. Not a girlfriend, not a casual relationship—my fated mate, the one person the Moon Goddess had chosen for me. The bond was supposed to be sacred, unbreakable, the foundation of pack society and wolf culture. And I'd treated it like it was nothing. Like Emma was nothing.

Before the wedding, Alpha Jay stood before me, his jaw tight, his eyes shadowed with a storm of hesitation and hope. “Can you give me a month?” he asked, his voice low, almost pleading. “A month for what?” I shot back, my tone sharper than I intended, though my heart already braced for the answer. He exhaled deeply, ignoring the edge in my voice. “A month to try rekindling my relationship with Linda Manwaring. She’s my fated mate, and... this might be the Moon Goddess’s blessing.”

"Take a good look. She's already in bed with him, and you're telling me not to divorce her?" They didn't expect to see a scene like that. Courtesy of William, Pamela's face was clearly visible in the video. Her bright red lips and the sounds coming from her mouth were recorded. Even Lilian blushed watching the video. My mom slammed the table. "That's the kind of daughter your family raised. How shameless! She's cheating and even brought another man to their house, yet you have the nerve to question my son? Lilian, this is how you raised your sister?"

Christopher accused me through tears, "H-He's trying to kill me!" I snapped, "Bullshit! You tripped and fell over yourself!" Yvonne did not want to listen to my explanation. She was staring at me darkly. "Men, tie him up!" The men in black came and pinned me down against the ground, then they tied up my hands. "Yvonne, you scheming bitch! You've been spiking my food to make me sterile?" That startled her, but she regained her cool cruelty easily. "Yes, and what are you going to do about it? Men like you don't deserve to give me a baby."

"What are you talking about? He doesn't care about the petty allowance you threw at him." Evelyn walked over to the coffee table and began flipping through the bank statements one by one, spreading them out for Vanessa to see. Every single statement was stamped with the date, a specific dollar amount, and a note attached to the transfer. "Payment for the first affair. 100 million dollars. "Payment for the second affair. 100 million dollars." The third affair had its own transfer, too, and the payments continued all the way to the seventh and most recent one. Dylan was so frightened that he shrank into the corner of the room.

The chit-chat had dwindled away to almost nothing. Bill dealt, and he won. He cheated. I saw him switching cards, but I wasn't going to make a fuss. "Ummm, the bra, I think", he said to Sheri. She stood up and walked over to him. "You'll have to help me, I'm too drunk."

I say, as I lather soap all over her tits, lifting them and squeezing the firm, dark flesh. "It's a way to escape reality, Mike." She says, rubbing soap on her hands and lathering it on my chest. "We all need a break from reality now and then. I think that's at the core of why people cheat. I know Cyn and Barbara feel differently, but I understand why it happens. I don't necessarily condone it, but I understand it." She says, as her nipples stiffen from my touch and her soapy hands move down across my abdomen.