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Alex did recover speedily and just as predicted, after many months, he was able to use his hands again —this was when he started to showed his left side to Lisa. Being his wife has been a thorn in the flesh for her but she couldn't help but pretended as though all was fine. Alex used to be a nice guy when she had recently know him which made it easier to get along with him at first but overnight, he turn a jerk and a pervert. He never for once considered her as his wife since he believed she had forced herself on him. He sees her as a cheap and greedy nurse who had herself hooked up I the name of marriage —he shouldn't be showing love to such monetary union.

My husband betrayed me and married my sister and not just that my parents were on it too. I had been betrayed and ruined by the same people I trusted and called my family

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

My stomach churned as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling like a lifetime. When I reached the door, it was slightly ajar. I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, my husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman. I didn’t cry. Or do nothing. I just stood there, frozen, as the reality of my marriage hit me like a brick wall. For years, I had tried. I had been the perfect wife, the forgiving wife, the wife who looked the other way. But this? This was the final straw.

“Harriet, as long as you’re willing to stay, everything within the entire Pendleton Manor shall one day be yours. You’ll never have to worry for the rest of your life. Should Zachary ever mistreat you, you need only tell me, and I shall see him punished.” At the sight of such dazzling wealth, I could not deny my hesitation. “Very well…” Little did I know that this fleeting moment of hesitation would cost me my entire life. That very night, the seemingly upright and trustworthy Alfred had a perfume laced with aphrodisiac properties released into our room. Meanwhile, Zachary and I were disputing how we ought to sleep that night. I spoke first. “In any case, I won’t be sharing a bed with you ag

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

Whitney panicked as well, screaming hysterically, "Shut the hell up, Simon! Say one more word, and I'll rip your tongue out!" "You two know perfectly well if I'm just spouting so-called lies." I eyed them frostily. "Whitney, I've tolerated you for a very long time. Did you really think you did such a good job hiding all your dirty little secrets? Did you seriously believe that I'm one of those blind, idiotic husbands you see in soap operas, the ones who have no clue their wives are cheating on them?" My gaze swept across the room, taking in the people who'd loudly called for me to be reported to the police.

My college classmate, Dewey Watson, had become a lawyer. When the call connected, I could hear my own voice trembling. "Hello? Is this Mr. Watson? This is Madeline Shaw. I'd like to ask if a husband cheats during marriage, fabricates debts, and conspires with a third party to defraud his wife, how many years could he face? "Also, if he used eight years of his wife's income to repay fake debts without her knowledge, can that money be recovered?"

" 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. Meanwhile, Vanessa kept her eyes glued to the bank statements. "T-This is impossible…" Evelyn's voice was stone-cold. "Did you honestly think he put up with you bringing those pathetic little flings into his home time after time because he was hopelessly in love with you? Stop flattering yourself, Vanessa. "Six months ago, I made a bet with him. I bet that deep down, you were still a responsible wife, and sooner or later, you would come back to your senses. But look at you. You made me lose spectacularly.

"It’s really interesting, as the sound of her loud moans also turned me on." I lowered my head in embarrassment. "It's so funny that you had seven rounds with her when you hardly even finished the third round with me, always claiming that you were tired or had back pain, or perhaps you thought your disc slipped or just any ridiculous excuse, and you slept with her for seven fucking rounds. That's totally amazing, Cassius. I had no idea you were so good like that." "Mary, I..." "Do not talk, I'm still talking. What right does a man who cheated out of his matrimony have after shoving his wife's dignity and trust into the mud?"