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But that night, for some reason, he'd been as limp as a withered cucumber. Couldn't get it up at all. Like he'd already had his fill. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. "Those shameless bastards. They didn't go and take advantage of some girl, did they?" The next day, Sandra deliberately stopped Mark's wife, Slyvie Law, at the village entrance. With a sly, cutting tone, she asked, "What's up with your husband lately? Acting like he's lost his soul?" Slyvie hemmed and hawed, then accidentally let something slip. "He keeps muttering something about 'that college girl's scent'… and says it was 'a good time had by all.'"

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

- Okay see you home. She hung up her phone and called Sarah, they made an appointment to see each other in the Starbucks coffee shop in Manhattan. They drank coffee, talked, and went shopping. But she wanted to go home, she wanted to see her husband. She started missing him. They were done shopping when she headed home.

Sally already Knows where Dante is off. "To my wife." He said then left the office, Shirley signed badly, and Sally wanted to laugh at Shirley, she didn't know why the young woman, loved to get tortured, emotionally. If it was her, she would leave as soon as she heard that Dante was married. "I will go to my office for now." Shirley excused herself from Sally.

Stanley seemed really happy to leave, but then the doctor finally made up his mind and said to him, "That woman, Savy, the one who has been coming here, she is not your wife. I know it's not my business but I will feel guilty if I say nothing about this, especially because I have met your real wife. Savy is not your wife." Stanley smiled. "Thank you very much, doctor. You won't understand the situation. Savy has already told me everything. Don't worry, she's the one. She's my wife. Yes, we are not really married yet, but anyways, do not worry about everything. I know Savy better than anyone." The doctor sighed, "There was someone else called Lana, you even saved her number as......" Stanley

She kept those promises, but with someone else. I grabbed a pair of scissors. Without hesitation, I cut the photo in half and carefully packed my half away. Since I was leaving, I wasn't going to leave even the smallest trace of myself behind. Once everything was done, I placed the signed separation agreement right on the coffee table. We never registered our marriage, but with all our finances mixed together over the years, it felt right to leave something in writing. I picked up my luggage and walked out the door without a single glance back.

"A serial killer whose father was a high-ranking government official. Still is, actually. He drummed up some false accusations and Sal ended up in jail until her lawyers and the paper could sort it out. She was completely cleared and even celebrated." "Then what was the problem?" I asked. "The problem was that her husband had been ill, and while she was in jail he passed away. She never got to say goodbye, and in fact, the city made it worse and swooped in and buried him in a place different than what they'd wanted." Charles looked somber. "Sal never got over it, she loved him so much. An A+ couple, from what I understand." I was stunned. "It was in the papers," Charles continued. "She was a

Each trip left expense records, each one included transfers to James. Serena and I got married six years ago. Ethan turned five this year, and Noah six. While I had thought we were building a future together, she had long since built another family. The phone vibrated again. Liam sent another message: [There’s one more thing, Mr. Drake. The night you had your heart surgery, Ms. Serena was with James for his birthday.] … I stared at the words, and the world around me fell silent. I remembered every detail of that night.

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.

I never once regretted it. I had felt that way until I saw what happened in that chapel. My heart was broken. I regretted it. Fortunately, it was not too late. I still had a way out. I could still cut my losses. I would die on our sixth wedding anniversary as revenge for Olivia’s betrayal. I composed myself and opened the door. My son, Bryan Spencer, was standing there holding David’s hand. I had just witnessed my wife cheating on me with him. The sight of him stirred an immediate sense of disgust within me.