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Julia snorted, “Just because you're fawning over your in-laws doesn't mean you can obscure a fact! That you can never forget me! Did I cheat on you? Well yeah, I did it once and it's just a mistake! You were disappointed and stopped contacting anyone ever since! Then all of the sudden news came about your planned wedding with Rachel, do you think I'd believe it? You forgot that I was the best graduate in my major? I'm a smart woman you can't lie to!” “What are you trying to say!” interrupted Rachel's mother who heard her daughter's name was being mentioned. Julia held her breath shakily. “That their marriage was a fake! I don't know, if it's about business it's very unlikely because Rachel h

One woman sneers. “Is that the only way you can get a job?” The second woman asks. “You know she’s not even divorced yet,” the last woman says, “And she’s cheating on her husband.” “Piece of trash,” the second woman says. “You’re just a filthy seductress, is what I heard,” woman one says with a laugh. “You stole your husband from his girlfriend and now you’re sleeping around on him.” “Can’t keep your legs closed long enough to get a job on your own,” the third woman says, lifting her hand. Before it can fly and hit Fiona, I move forward and grab her by the wrist.

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.

[Maria] He shoved me backward until I was lying down and climbed on top of me. As he pulled at my shirt collar, his head forced itself against my neck, kissing me over and over. My screams turned into muffled sounds behind the cloth. A mix of disgust and fear made tears gather in my eyes. With all my strength, I slammed my forehead into his. "Oww." He grabbed his head and instinctively backed away. "Relax. If you're like this, you won't be able to enjoy it. Just stay still and relax. You know? Your husband sleeps with other women all the time."

I needed to do something. "I have had enough of your lies!" I shouted at him. Even though they were not lies! "You can't come to my home and ruin it for me.. especially in front of my husband!" I cautioned again. Geez, what now? "I have lied to all of you, and I'm sorry for that, I didn't want you guys to pester me about being married at this age and I wanted to feel among you guys, you all insult me at school about being married, and that's why I had to lie that..I am not happily married or so..." "I am happily married to Barry and we even use to have sex!"

As if my broken marriage was just another thing on a legal form. After Blackwood left, I stared at the ceiling and tried to remember who I used to be. Just three years ago, I was Izabela Romano, set to take over one of the biggest companies in Europe. I gave all of that up for a man who promised me forever, but instead he betrayed me. The irony wasn't lost on me. I left behind a fortune to marry a rich guy, only to find out that money can't buy everything—like loyalty, honesty, or the decency to break up with someone before moving on to someone else.

The assistant, Adam, shot me a sideways glance and kicked me a few more times. “Take him away! It won’t be good for any of us if Miss Pascal finds out about this!” I struggled and yelled, “I’m her husband! Ask her if you don’t believe me! Ask her whose name is on her marriage certificate! That heart belongs to her mother-in-law! Ask her how she dares to try and steal it!” Everything went quiet for a moment, but then Adam clutched his stomach and let out a guffaw. “Everyone at Pascal Group knows Miss Pascal loves Mr. Sinclair the most. She gave him half her shares without blinking an eye.”

I read the text of the email, and the world seems to tilt on its axis. “Meet the real Violetta,” the message begins. It goes on to detail a sordid narrative I don't recognize. It claims that my divorce isn't a result of my husband’s betrayal, but my own. It says I have been in a long-term, clandestine relationship with the man in the photo. It claims I moved to this city not for a career, but to continue an affair that began months ago. It paints me as a calculated cheater who fled my home state to hide my infidelity while draining my husband’s assets.

“What the—” Isabelle grabbed the tablet from him. The headlines screamed at her. “Cheating Wife? Isabelle Anderson’s Secret Affairs Exposed!” “From Richard to Liam—Was It Always About Money?” A shaky breath left her lips as she scrolled. The article detailed her past marriage with Richard, claiming that she had never officially ended things with him before getting involved with Liam. It twisted the narrative, making her look like a heartless social climber who abandoned Richard the moment she found someone wealthier.

William went to the bathroom to take a shower while Valeria leaned against the headboard and scrolled through her phone. Her search history was full of answers regarding the question, "How to help husband who is tired from taking care of a pregnant wife." She read all the answers with a racing heart. Some people said that men have cheating instincts. What would happen if he was unsatisfied and went out to cheat? The word "cheating" gave her a fright since she would die if the man she loved the most cheated on her.