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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.

Additionally, any photos related to him were pixelated, even if blurry. The reporters did not mention anything about Zachary's physical status either. Neither Victoria nor Yves had a Twitter account. Hence, netizens bombarded Colette's comment section. "Do you see what kind of person your innocent Lettie is now? Hahaha!" "Doesn't she have AIDS? She sure knows how to have fun!" "You bitch! Mr. Homer is mine! Don't you dare steal my husband!" "I'm bored and have trouble sleeping. Can someone upload the clear and uncensored video?"

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."

Instead, she found herself scrolling through old family photographs. One image after another. Birthdays. Church functions. Graduations. Christmas celebrations. Family picnics at Lake Nakuru. Moments that had once seemed ordinary. Now they felt different. Patricia paused on a photograph of Alison's first birthday. Mercy stood smiling beside the cake. Young. Radiant. Proud. Another photo followed. Mercy heavily pregnant. A hand resting on her swollen belly. Alison wasn't born yet. Patricia frowned. She kept scrolling. Another pregnancy photograph.