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I trailed my fingers along its fabric before coming to a halt behind the very spot he occupied. Leaning forward, I brushed my cheek against his left ear, wrapping both arms around his neck. It was a gentle gesture, but beneath the surface, I yearned to strangle him. "I am Xiellenna, your battered ex-wife, and I am no longer yours. After today, and from the very moment that you forced me to leave, I will cease to be Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez. Sher will no longer exist. I am now Exelle Kim. Does it still make sense for you to call me your wife? Because all this time, you never treated me as your wife," I coldly whispered into his left ear before pulling away and walking towards the seat direct

"And do you know who's with her and keeps deceiving you while you're at work so she can have a leisurely life? It was Dominic, your best friend, of all people! Your wife is a slut!" Mom provided information on what they discovered and her encounter with Adeline and Dominic. I couldn't stop gripping my fist while listening to her stories. I was previously aware of it, but it was still upsetting to hear it from others. My jaw also clenched as if I wanted Dominic's entire being crushed and turned into a pulp at any moment until I was content with what I had done. I want to kill him right now, with Adeline, but I should stop myself from thinking about it.

"You're not sticking to your husband anymore hun?" "I'm ready go listen to you mum..I'll get married to the Denix to boost your contract" "Whoa what has my girl turned to..a bitch? Leaving her husband?" "Mum..just stop those insult..I'll get married again" "Hmmn. Still got those guts hun?" I rolled my eyes. "Well..since you took so long to answer..the Denix canceled the contract" "What?" "I don't know what the hell you told them..their son's just keep blabbing about me forcing you into marriage which is not right and bla bla.. they said you would fall in love with whomever you want"

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

said Charlotte looking at him annoyed . " On the contrary , I am not making up anything my wife . Apart from being jealous , you were also very domineering . I was really surprised by such a side of yours . You threw yourself like a hungry beast at me and waited to eat me alive . The corset around your belly , you took it off yourself . Luckily , I was able to control myself and preserve my innocence otherwise you would have already been slandered as an abuser . When you drink you become really weird . " said king Damien with a serious tone .

"I am only showing my King the proper respect, My Lord. I am your wife, and your servant. I am simply fulfilling my duties." "Stop it," Dominic growled, a low, warning rumble vibrating in his chest. His wolf was clawing to get out, desperate to shake her, to kiss her, to force her to look at him with the warmth she had displayed yesterday. "You are my Queen. You are my mate. Do not speak to me as if you are a stranger." "As you wish, My Lord," she replied smoothly, her voice completely flat.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

"She's basically inhuman. Her daughter was in critical condition, her dad died in an accident, and her husband had heart problems, yet she was still out there, having fun with her side piece. Does she have any shred of humanity left?" "If she never loved her husband, why get married in the first place?" "Why do I feel like that other man looks kind of familiar…" The once-joyous wedding venue had turned into a total disaster zone. I didn't just expose the videos—I also hired people to completely trash the place. The friends who'd come to celebrate all slipped away with their heads down, and many of them gave Janice looks full of contempt, especially the company's business partners.

“And you’re still showing up to these boring old things. Where’s Lila tonight? I thought she’d be dragging you onto the dance floor by now.” Julian said as he poured the champagne Dominic chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “She’s home with the little one. Teething like a demon and refusing to sleep unless she’s the one walking him around. Said she’d rather handle that than another night of small talk with people who only remember her name when they need a favor.” Julian nodded, a faint pang hitting him at the casual mention of family. Dominic had built the real thing — a wife who loved him, a son who adored. Julian had only built walls and pushed away people that loved him.

Earlier, Dominic had noticed Tom from a distance. After all, no one wore a cotton jacket in June, yet nobody else seemed to find it strange. No one even glanced at him. Tom watched a scantily dressed woman walk into a small residential compound in the alley. Only then did he lower his gaze and say painfully, "She… is my wife. No. To be precise, she's my ex-wife." Dominic raised an eyebrow. He had noticed the woman's heavy makeup as well. It seemed Tom's story would be an interesting one.