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I turned again, pressing the elevator button harder this time. "You think you can just show up and he’ll forget about me?" "No, I think he already has. It's quite obvious." "You’re nothing but a homewrecker!" she snapped, her voice echoing down the hallway. I slowly turned to face her, my own temper beginning to rise. "Homewrecker!? Wow, that's so rich coming from you. Besides for you Kimberly there is no home to wreck. He doesn't love you. He made that painfully clear."

Henry's face darkened to iron, glancing between me and the hysterical Karen, speechless. The guests' expressions shifted. They looked at the "mad" wife and then at Karen's arm, bleeding for no reason. "Could it be… some karmic retribution? She wronged the wife, and now she's paying the price?" "Look at Audrey… she's so pitiful…" "This is supernatural… you can't live a guilty life without consequences…"

But he still tried to act tough, saying, "Stop making things up! I never—" I smirked. "Mr. Smith, if you deny it, does that mean you're admitting to bigamy?" Tom immediately went silent. His face shifted with a mix of shock and embarrassment, making the situation all the more amusing. The mood in the live stream changed instantly. The difference between a baseless claim from a streamer and solid proof from a victim was clear, and the public's opinion swayed toward the truth. "Damn it! What a plot twist! I need to call some friends over for this!"

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I snapped. His left brow cocked, quite amused. "Feisty. Then what should I call you? Little home-wrecking vixen?" He questioned, his lips curling into a terrible grin, bringing in a string of cold chills on my skin. I scoffed. The word, home-wrecker was supposed to disgust me, however it didn't, instead it called out to my humiliation kink that was hiding deep underneath my innocent facade. "I ain't that." He hums to himself, as if I'd said something funny. "You sure about it?" His dark steels meet mine, stating the obvious.

He watched me intently as his fingers slipped past my thong, touching me right where I was aching for him. Hunter smiled to himself before brushing his lips against my ear. "Will you come home with me?" He asked as a finger pushed past, knuckle-deep into my throbbing clit. And like I had been all night, I didn't hesitate—not once. "Yes," I breathed. God, I wasn't thinking straight. He smiled, satisfied, his eyes falling to my lips again, watching them hungrily as his fingers pumped into me. His lips met mine again, kissing them softly before sinking his teeth into them.

More comments flooded the livestream. [Good job hitting her! Homewreckers deserve to be punished!] [Make her return the money! Thirty thousand dollars isn’t a small amount!] [There are always so many homewreckers in these high-end apartments. This woman looks so young. She must be really experienced at manipulating men.] [Look at her face. Did she get plastic surgery? She’s just another leech relying on her looks.] [Wait, is that doll a limited-edition ball-jointed doll? Aren't those worth thousands of dollars each?]

Chapter 63: Watch it crumble. LAST TIME ON WRECKING MY HUSBAND _____ Serena enters Adriano's office to retrieve the drive, but gets distracted by a picture of her parents with the Di Salvo's. Unbeknownst to her, the wall holding the picture is actually a secret door to the torture chamber. Luca almost catches her, but she manages to escape. Will Luca fall for her tricks or will she succeed again? **** If that didn't work, nothing would. When I saw his gaze soften, I knew I had succeeded. Crying feels good, honestly.

Like the silence wasn’t silence at all—but a stage waiting for a punchline. And then it came. Laughter. Low. Sharp. Too loud in the too-quiet space. Whispers. Cutting. Precise. Designed to draw blood. “Look who showed up like nothing happened.” “She has no shame.” “Whore.” “Homewrecker.” “Trash.” That word landed the hardest. Trash. Like I was something disposable. Unwanted. Already tossed aside. Someone behind me snorted. “Guess the whole school saw those pictures.” My body locked up.

Turns out she's just a homewrecker he pays to sleep with him. [She spent every day pretending to be the wife of a rich man. Not only is her cover completely blown, but everything else has also blown up in her face.] Gary had enjoyed plenty of success thanks to my support. However, he also cared about his pride more than anything. Now, he was visibly falling apart. "You've gone too far, Wendy! Why couldn't we have talked about this at home?!" "At home?" I asked as I sneered coldly. "Have you ever come home?"