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" 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."

You did all that, you took all the attention away from me and then you come to my room and try to show your sick pathetic love like you give a fuck about me. I hate yo do much rains and I thought you would fid in that fucking cell, imagine my reactions after I made the wardens to have those women like you big somehow you still managed to escaped death. I took Ethan, yes I did and I gave him a fucking baby even though I do not know if he owns that baby or not. Can you imagine my reaction when your so-called righteous husband wanted me , I only offered myself to him and the bastard couldn’t wait to take me, soon he was all over me like a sick pathetic fool .

His wife Elena was a gorgeous 38-year-old with a tight body and fake innocence, but I suspected something was off in their marriage. It all changed when I accidentally accessed a shared cloud drive while helping David with his laptop. There it was dozens of videos and photos. Alex fucking his young secretary in hotel rooms, pounding her from behind while calling her his “dirty side slut.” His wife Elena wasn’t innocent either; separate files showed her with multiple lovers, including women and men, in their own marital bed. Evidence of both of them cheating. My pussy got wet instantly. This was power. I copied everything to my private drive and confronted Alex the next evening when David was

“Sex is part of life. Especially ours. We are wolves. We don’t pretend to be delicate little maidens who faint at the thought of intimacy. That’s human nonsense. Noblewomen act like that and that’s why half their husbands run to brothels.” She met my eyes and added, “Do you want your mate to find pleasure in the whorehouses? Do you want to feel the pain of your mate cheating on you? You are not even a full wolf. Do you have any idea how painful it is? That is why you are taking things easy and casual.” “I—I can’t look at that,” I stuttered. Which woman want her man to find pleasure in whore houses? But had this thought ever stopped anyone from cheating on their partners? This was applied to

“What do you mean by that?’ I screamed. ‘Are you going to continue screaming or will you act like a civilised werewolf and talk to me?’ “I’m acting like one, Gerard. You are my husband, right?’ “Yes, I know.’ “No, you don’t know.’ I screamed again. “You’ve been cheating on me.’ “I never cheated on you, Emily. Geez, you know I will never do that to you.’ “You will never do it to me or to Oceana.” “Emily.’ “What were you doing at the pleasure house with Oceana? Every night, you sneak out and go there. Is it for Oceana or to meet other women? All this time, why didn’t you ever tell me about your feelings? You lied to me, Gerard. I loved you for years. How could you do this to me?’ “Since I got

I loved the way he thrust into my p***y and after some good long thrusts in to my core , he lastly withdrew his half flaccid d**k out of me , glistening with both our juices. "I'm exhausted let's sleep " ,l uttered out before l collapsed down on his bed . " One of my best nights ", He murmured before he pulled me more closer to him . Cuddling with him , l stared at his hairy chest in disbelief . Ignoring the intense sex , l now wished he was my husband . Skilled in bed with care and love , he was an opposite of Mark . Even when I was still beautiful with no kids , Mark used to be toxic instead of showing love to me . With this , now l had to Iive with what l have done . As bad as it sounded

He kept sniffing on my hair slowly until his tongue searched its way to my mouth, and he locked it deeply inside with mine. “Ah, fuck!” He exclaimed. “I missed a lot, to be honest.” He added, reconnecting back immediately. I stood there like a barbie doll, he had managed to scrutinized me from doing anything. My mind raced back to the very day, I caught him cheating on me with his lost but found ex-girlfriend. I tightened my lips immediately and pushed him away. “You've missed a lot because I'm no longer your wife, or it's sort anymore, please leave my house." I thundered, ordering him to leave my house immediately.

Not long after, his mother called and yelled, "I knew you couldn't be trusted! You cheated on him and fooled around in the office with his best friend. You're a disgrace to the family!" I had enough. I retorted, "Ken was off with another woman on our wedding night. Your family lost its dignity long before I got here. When you tried to set him up with your friend's daughter, knowing he was married, you gave up any pretense of respect!" I respected her back when I loved Ken, but I no longer did, so she was nothing to me. Just because she was a high-society woman, it did not make her a queen. Ken's mother was so angry she nearly passed out. I hung up on her and blocked her as well.

“I called to ask if you want me to go through with this marriage or not! I’m getting married tomorrow, Isla. Just say the damn word and I’ll call it off.” I blinked. Oh? I glanced down at my screen. Auto-recording: on. Good. This would make a nice addition to my little collection of chaos. “No,” I said breezily. “Not interested.” “You were in love with me. How the hell did you just stop?” I chuckled. “Guess I never was. You were a rebound. And honestly? I was just pissed you cheated first. That’s all.” He growled on the other end. “What the fuck does that mean? You think any man would want you now that I’ve fucked you and you had a baby for me?!”

He had portrayed Jean as a pitiful woman who had suffered emotional abuse from her husband and had been deceived by my corrupt behavior. Jean had also tearfully accused me, "I had been in love with Felix for years, yet I never knew he was this kind of person. He would usually give me the silent treatment. I could even put up with his occasional physical abuse. But I never expected that he would embezzle and misappropriate company property. I absolutely cannot allow myself to be the wife of a criminal." As I watched Jean accuse me and fabricate things that I didn't do, and the immense harm I had supposedly brought to her and our family, I just let out a mocking smile.