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Nina replied to her, and she slowly nodded her head. "I heard you were married and even had a child. You left your husband because he cheated on you... Is it with your maid again? Yeah, I guess I heard that correctly. It was your maid. I heard he was never remorseful of his actions toward you..." She paused and leaned forward to stare at her dead in the eyes. "I also heard that you were a serial cheater that sleeps with different men, and my husband happened to be one of your victims..." "How dare you!" Nina cuts her off, and she smirked as she rolled her eyes.

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi

His breath hitched up even thinking of how his wife cheated on him everytime. And a gasp escaped Scar's mouth. "Prostitute?" "Yes. She's never going to stick to a single man, stick to her husband. Her habit of sleeping with different men will never change. And you know what's the worst part?" This time he did not wait for her reply and continued,

Steve ranted, as his guilt over cheating on his loving wife turned vicious. Serena couldn't help it. Her pussy loved knowing she was getting railed by a married dick. She loved hearing she was a cheating whore. She didn't even mind being Lila to get more of her daddy's dick. So long as they could keep fucking. So long as she was stealing a taken dick for her pussy tonight. Damn, he knew his way around a pussy. Pounded her deep and sore, even in his drunken state. Serena had never been fucked so ruthlessly before. It was amazing.

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

Her chest rose and fell with rage. "You cheating bastard! You dare stand there talking about respect? I gave you my body, my trust, and my love, and you repaid me by crawling into bed with some little bitch." She laughed bitterly. "And someone like her? You actually cheated on me with her? How dare you mock me?" I clenched my jaw. "You knew I had a wife before we started our relationship, Elena." I shrugged weakly. "Technically...the only person I was cheating on was my wife."

Erik said. Kyle sighed and crossed his arms. “What do you mean?” “I cannot spend my life with someone who does not love me.” “Who said I do not love you?” Kyle raised an eyebrow. “Whoring with your secretary said it,” Erik answered coldly, making his husband gulp. “You know Erik,” Kyle started. “In a marriage, we cannot always stay with the same person. Of course, you would want to see and touch someone else. It is human.” Erik stared at him with disbelief. “Is cheating on your husband an act of humanity?!”

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.

"We need names." "I don't know most of them." Paulo slumped against the wall. "There was a British guy. Investment banker, I think. She met him at some charity thing. And there were... fuck, there were others. She would laugh about it, when she was drunk. How easy it was to keep you all believing whatever she wanted." Each word was a knife, cutting deeper. My wife hadn't just cheated. She'd made a game of it. Collected men like trophies while playing the perfect society wife.

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.