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[Maria] He shoved me backward until I was lying down and climbed on top of me. As he pulled at my shirt collar, his head forced itself against my neck, kissing me over and over. My screams turned into muffled sounds behind the cloth. A mix of disgust and fear made tears gather in my eyes. With all my strength, I slammed my forehead into his. "Oww." He grabbed his head and instinctively backed away. "Relax. If you're like this, you won't be able to enjoy it. Just stay still and relax. You know? Your husband sleeps with other women all the time."

Like they were just part of a performance. “When you say cheating on me was a mistake... it wasn’t. It wasn’t a mistake when you got her pregnant the first time. It wasn’t a mistake when you got her pregnant the second time. And it definitely wasn’t a mistake when you brought her into our home.” I pointed to my chest, trembling. “My house. A house I chose. I decorated. A home I loved. Our home. And you... you let her sleep in our bedroom. Our bed.” My voice cracked, and the tears came faster now.

I just knew that it was a mess. Through the crack in the door, I saw Andrew's body pressing down on top of Ian. They were both kissing each other passionately while exchanging sugary yet disgusting sweet nothings. "Do you love your wife, Andy?" Ian asked, pouting. I had never heard such contempt and abhorrence in Andrew's voice as I did then when he replied, "If I did, I wouldn't have gotten some other guy to have sex with her and make it seem like she cheated on me."

"He seduced your wife, too." "No, he didn't," Selby said. Were they really going to deny it? "Bullshit. Your wife isn't Miss Innocent. He got to her just like he got to me. She fucked him." Faith started laughing. "You came out here to tell Selby I fucked your boyfriend? Your marriage is screwed, and your way of fixing it is to try to ruin mine? You cheated on your husband, Cherish." "So did you!" Cherish stood to her feet in one quick motion, and as she did, both Selby and the woman who was with them took a step forward.

During this period, Georgia called me countless times. At first, it was all insults. She called me ruthless and accused me of abandoning her to survive on her own. Later, it turned into begging. She cried and pleaded with me to help her family for the sake of our eight-year marriage. “Simon, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Fernando. I shouldn’t have listened to his nonsense. I’ve always loved you! “Simon, if you’re willing to invest in our company again, I’ll do anything for you! I’ll even beg on my knees!”

“This married pussy is gripping me so fucking tight. Your husband doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?” “No…fuck no,he doesn’t…harder…please fuck me harder!!!” He railed me mercilessly, one hand slapping my ass hard enough to sting. My tits bounced wildly against the hood. I was moaning and crying out like a whore, completely lost. He reached around and rubbed my clit roughly while still pounding me. “Cum again,” he ordered. “Cum all over my cock like the cheating wife you are.” I shattered for the second time, screaming, my pussy clamping down around him in powerful waves. My juices squirted down my thighs and onto the driveway. He fucked me straight through it, never slowing down.

She started throwing things at me calling me a slur and a home wrecker. She stops to take a breath and then says ,” she came at me with a knife I dodge her while her husband yelled to calm down it was just sex. She turned toward him and said just sex? What does that mean? We are married and she’s dripping your sperm on our floor while you lay naked and relaxed in our bad like nothing is wrong. He says nothing is wrong you’ve been sleeping around just as much if not more than me and Clara makes me happy unlike you.” The wife runs in than screaming,” that’s not what happened you Lying whore. I came in while you finished riding my husband and you smiled at me that he didn’t want me anymore. You

"He wants to say sorry for giving me divorce papers while I was recovering from surgery? For making me sign custody papers while I was still bleeding? For picking his mistress over his daughter's mother?" "He never picked Sophia," Victoria said. "The affair—it wasn't real. Sophia drugged him, took fake pictures, and lied. She ruined your marriage because she thought he'd be with her once you were gone. But he never was. He barely talks to her." I looked at Victoria, trying to see if she was lying. But I only saw desperation. It didn't matter. Even if she was telling the truth, it didn't change what happened back then.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Suddenly, through the glass window, I saw a disheveled woman being pinned to the ground and beaten. "It's all your fault, bitch! If it weren't for you, my dad wouldn't have been fired. Pay back all the gold we gave you. Bitch!" I felt nothing. After all, what mattered to me now was figuring out how to get my wife to give me a daughter that night.