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She had two rings on her lower lip and one on her eyebrow and chin. He wondered what his wife was doing with a heathen, having conversations and what not. And then to Noah’s horror, the girl took Natalia’s hands and leaned in, placing a small, feathery kiss on Natalia’s lips. He could not take anymore of that sinful looking girl’s appearance and then she touched his wife in such a manner? If Natalia was recognised by anyone present, that could spell a huge embarrassment for him. He could see the headlines taking about it already.

I sat on the couch, took out my phone, and a video saying, "i have an amazing husband ,I don't need any help." "Why are you taking pictures?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I smiled at him. If not that I’ll have nowhere else to go, I won't be here, I still smiled. "I want to remember this day forever," I told him, then excused myself and ran to my room. I sent the picture and video to the group chat. "Some say I’m a single mother. I guess you can still call me a single mother when I’m still married to my husband," was the caption. Hearts and likes flooded in. Those who laughed before were now applauding. That’s how life is.

I asked her with an angry tone. "No, I'm not; that video of you circulating throughout every social media in New York City is already doing the job for me," she said to me as she stood up from where she was sitting, only to come and stand in front of me. "It's true that you are the one in the video, but you should really try and watch it; that way you will be able to see how pathetic you look, like every other man who has refused to remain faithful to their partner," she said to me while still standing in front of me.

Looking at my mother, who'd sacrificed thirty years to keep me safe, at Bella, who was processing shocking revelations about her family with characteristic strength, at Emma, who saw everything through the lens of love and healing, I realized something profound. "Yes, princess. I'm happy she's home. I'm happy she'll be at our wedding. And I'm happy our family is big enough and strong enough to handle complicated love stories." Margaret wiped her tears, smiling through the emotional exhaustion. "Mikel, I kept everything I could carry when I left. Photos, your first-grade report card, the Mother's Day card you made me in art class." She pulled out a worn photograph of eight-year-old me hugging

It seemed like she hadn't yet gotten over the loss, as if she was going through a very tough time. "Like, all... big." "Big?" "You know! With a lot of flesh." "But what the hell are you talking about?" "Thick legs, wide hips, all that bust and that butt. Fat," he explained abruptly. He's talking about his wife, about her appearance. "I don't like the way this conversation is going. We're talking about Alice, your wife. How can you express yourself like that?" he asked, not believing it. Even if they had confidence, this way of talking about her wasn't right, especially about

"This... this *whore* has been going around, flirting with what doesn’t belong to her!" I stood there, frozen. The humiliation hit me in waves as she pointed her finger at me like I was the villain. People started whispering, their eyes wide with curiosity. They were eating this up like a drama unfolding before them. "She’s a prostitute!" Nikki yelled, her voice growing louder with every word. "This is my **husband**! And she’s already got her claws in him!" My head was spinning. **Her husband?** My heart pounded in my chest. Everyone was staring. **Everyone.** The whispers grew louder, the room closing in on me. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t give her the sa

Every weekend she will sit around the table and laugh over what's going to happen to that slutty CEO and here's what we did. Natasha rigged in her private affairs, and we discovered she's always been that way, sleeping with cute men before signing a deal with them, but we are going to put an end to that. Luckily for us, she always takes a picture while in the act with aim of blackmailing them if they refuse to get to her demands, see who's going to face sorrow, haha. My joy knew no bounds when Natasha showed me those pictures, she said she got them from her boyfriend who was a broker, great news right?

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.

"With my father's baby." I felt like the ground was crumbling beneath my feet. "Hudson, please..." "Please what? Please don't tell anyone? Please keep your dirty little secret?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my face. "I'll do you one better. I'll make you a deal." "What kind of deal?" The words came out as barely a whisper. Hudson held up his phone again, the photos still displayed on the screen. "These pictures? They tell a story. A story about a gold-digging whore who seduced her fiancé's father on her wedding day. A woman who moved into his house, took his money, and got pregnant, all so she could trap him into marriage."

She then spoke with such a loud voice that could probably be heard by a whole auditorium. “Eyes here everyone! You see these two people over here…” Wisdom called the attention of all people and pointed at the two people in front of her with her index finger. “This man is my ex-husband, and this pregnant woman over here is my husband’s mistress before we were divorced. The day my house was on fire, which was also the day of the anniversary of our still-born daughter, was the day that he spend her time with his mistress—playing with her pussy and blowing my husband’s cock. I am telling you this so that you’ll keep an eye on your girlfriends, wives, husbands, and boyfriends that these two will