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The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kiana had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff c*ck or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

I do not need anyone to tell me that the woman in these pictures is not my mother. We look alike. She is very tall. They sent her half-nude pictures. In some. She was twerking. In another. She was humping some guy and money was being thrown at her. She looks like a stripper to me. All these left me completely vulnerable. I can't tell my wife about it. I had no choice but to do as they said. To go back to the past I had buried, even though I didn't want to. There was no way I would let these pictures get into the hands of the media or anyone.

When Anita saw the headline, her breath seized in her throat. SCANDAL: BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE Caught In A Web of Lies—Was It Always About the Money? Her photo was all over the screen, one from their wedding and another from that fateful night in the hotel room with Nathan. The grainy image was purposefully picked to make her appear guilty and enticing, as if she had engineered the entire situation to trap him. Her stomach twisted.

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Hashtags like #NickEmotionallyAbusesWife, #TheTruthBehindEliteMarriages, and #AshleySuffersInSilence shot to the top of the trending charts. Countless misled netizens flooded my livestream account, cursing me as a spoiled rich man who had driven his wife into another man's arms. It was Brian's final strike—his last desperate attempt to flip the narrative and cast himself as a victim. "Do you want me to handle this?" Chelsey asked, her tone like ice as she scrolled through the venomous comments on her tablet. I shook my head. "No need. He's just a clown dancing on borrowed time." I didn't respond. I didn't defend myself because I knew lies collapse on their own. Truth doesn't need to shout.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at me. I continued, my tone flat and unwavering. "She committed adultery during our marriage. She engaged in improper relations with a man of questionable background. That was how she contracted these diseases. Even if she claims she was unaware of his condition, that does not make her an innocent victim." I paused. Then I took out a printed report from my briefcase and held it up to the cameras. "This is my own medical report from an authorized institution. Fortunately, as her spouse, I have not been infected. Falsifying official medical documents is a crime. So you may trust this report completely."

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

Chapter 3 Meanwhile, Anna was holding my wife’s bare ass and lifting her head to lick those precious folds and valleys that I love. She aggressively licked my wife’s clit and Katy’s hips shook and spasmed in pleasure. More liquids gushed onto Anna’s face. I moved closer to watch as Anna flicked her tongue and her lips over every part of my wife’s wide-open crotch. I remembered that I had my phone and I took a photo. With the flash, Anna noticed and posed with her tongue touching my wife’s asshole above her open, wet cunt.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the restroom for an entire hour until Mark and his companion finally emerged. The woman looked utterly drained, practically being carried by Mark, or she would have crumpled to the floor. I noticed her body shaking slightly. I frowned. Damn, no wonder those women go for him; he had the physique for it. On the weekend, I went out for dinner with some friends. As we were sipping drinks, one of my friends asked, "Jason, isn't that your wife over there?" I turned around and spotted Donna, arm-in-arm with another woman while shopping.

I read the caption at the bottom repeatedly while watching the police arresting an old woman in front of a local market. "The illegal seller of the pufferfish that caused death to a 28-year-old woman, reported last month, now caught by the authorities." Illegal seller? Pufferfish? A 28-year-old woman and last month's case? ... "The scapegoat has been caught."