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“You didn’t agree with anything. I would’ve married her, even if you had said no. I planned on ending this long ago, but you were too desperate. And I thought, why work hard to get another fuck buddy when I already have someone ready for the job?” “You’re an asshole, Eros,” she commented. “Oh, I’m pretty aware of that. But I’d rather be an asshole who respects his wife than one who cheats.” “You cheated on her already. You had sex with me three days before your wedding.” I shrugged. “I’m sure that doesn’t count as cheating. Besides, I have touched no one since the wedding, anyone except my wife.” Her jaw tightened every fucking time I said my wife. “Now, get out.”

"I'll stop you right there, Eric. Mina is no longer your wife. Why can't you just get it in your head? You are no longer married to Mina. She is your ex-wife. She is no longer married to you. She is my fiancée. You are married, but not to Mina. You are married to Rita. That's who your wife is. You cheated on your wife, Mina, and you divorced her. Just comprehend that you slept with your wife's sister when the two of you were married for months, probably years until she found out. And nothing between me and Mina happened until the two of you divorced." He gave me a mocking laugh. "You really want me to believe that, Father? You want me to believe that the two of you weren't cheating on me, sl

" 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.

Erik said, I smiled, “This is not you, you are home for dinner, I see.” ***** Erik I knew she was meeting with a wolf; my spy told me she had met him in a cabin for hours, and my wife was cheating on me. I will never let this slide, why can’t she see that I love her? If I didn't, I wouldn’t have saved her life, she gave me a beautiful daughter and, for some reason, she never got pregnant again. I know I have made mistakes by getting that servant girl pregnant, it was not my intention to cheat but it happened and I regret it because it drove a wedge between us further. We ate in silence, then after dessert, I asked her who the guy was, and she said, "You still have me followed, I see, I’m not

"I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.

I let out a grunt. “Me too,” while my cock was slamming deep inside of her pussy nonstop. And soon, I was cumming, spurting my seeds deep inside of her cunt while she was screaming, her cunt creaming huge waves around my cock impaling her pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she rubbed her clit, and my cock grew lips. I collapsed over her, tired, drained. She whispered softly into my ears; “That was so amazing, Gerald.” And it was at that moment I realized I had broken my sacred vows to Lara. I had cheated on my wife.

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.

"It's his fault for hogging the position of your legal husband and refusing to step aside! I want him to use my hand-me-down trash and suffer from it. Let's see how long he can hold out!" "Alright, alright. As long as you're happy, babe, you can toy with him however you want." The couple laughed as they walked into the dream home that should've been mine. The door slammed shut with a heavy thud. I stood in the dimly lit stairwell, feeling as though I had plummeted into an ice pit. How dare they? They cheated on me, humiliated me, and plotted against me behind my back! Did they think I couldn't do anything to them?

"Do not leave me like this. I promise I will work extra shifts, I will buy you the real one, I will do better..." She looked at my hand on her arm with complete disgust and shoved me back violently. "Get off me. You want to know why I am leaving? Because I have been sleeping with real men for the past four months. Men who actually have money. You are just not man enough to keep me." The front doors clicked shut behind her, leaving me standing alone in the lobby. The head waiter approached me cautiously, his face full of pity. "Sir... are you alright?" I could not even form a sentence. I turned around, pushed through the doors, and walked out into the cold night air, the shame burning hot aga

The day I find out I'm pregnant, I also discover my husband is cheating on me. To think that Brock Emerson, a celebrated OB-GYN, is sleeping with his own protegee, Wendy Blair! I strip Wendy's clothes off in front of the entire hospital, humiliating her for everyone to see. After that, the staff group chat turns into a daily betting pool on whether I'll show up to cause another scene. When Brock pulls me off the balcony railing yet again, he drops to his knees. "I've already had Wendy transferred. What happened that day was just an accident. You're all I care about." I give Brock two choices—either he sends Wendy to prison, or he signs the divorce papers. He personally submits evidence o