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I’ll be filing charges for identity fraud and misrepresentation. Tanya’s face turned ghostly white. Cary paused, then continued, ‘And one more thing—the most important thing tonight. Hyacinth Galloway is still my wife. That divorce agreement is null and void.’

I watched helplessly as Kyle's hands roamed unimpeded over my wife's body as their tongues explored each other's mouths. I knew this wasn't just a hoax when Kyle reached behind my wife's back and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing a lace bra with matching thong and black stockings. She was dressed to fuck. I realized she went out with the intention of picking someone up. Kyle gazed at her half nude body and said, "If you were my wife Sara, we'd never leave the bedroom. You have a fantastic body."

[ Arielle ] I lazily opened my eyes and the first thing that came into my view was a grey wall, plain grey wall in the light coming from the window and I realized it wasn’t my room because my room has off white walls and a lot of paintings and my pictures. The memories of last night came back in vivid pictures and reality dawned upon me. I was laying naked, covered with a blanket. I slept with Vincent De Niro, my husband. I was the one who accepted to be his wife and I tried to move my body. I had soreness all over my body, especially my lower region, the slight ache between my legs was the reminder that I was no longer a virgin.

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

“Tiffany, don’t waste your life over this wretched woman. She’s been bullying you because she has seniority. I’ve known all along. I never said anything because she’s my wife, but I can’t stand it anymore. “I am Gareth, Lilianne’s husband, and I testify that everything Tiffany said is true.” Hearing this, Tiffany sobbed even harder, burying her face in Gareth’s chest, but I noticed the smirk she tried to hide. She probably thought she had won again.

It’s no other than Georgia’s mum. “What would your wife say once she finds out about this, Mr. Wilson?” I asked him, as I get the other phone Jada gave me where the clear copy of Mr. Wilson’s sex video was kept. I played the video in front of him, and his moans were heard, and it can be heard how he’s literally threatening the girl, who’s no other than Nova, in the video as they were having sex.

My name is Christine Wheeler. I just got married yesterday, and my husband, Matthew Wheeler, already complained about my skills in bed, so he signed me up for the "Wife Training Camp." The guy running it was Peter Sutton. He was extremely well-endowed, the kind that couldn't fit in your mouth. Right after I joined the group chat, he posted the assignment for the day. Every member had to practice their hip movements. We had to make our ass jiggle like Jell‑O, and then film it and post the video in the chat.

One of the bodyguards shoved a foul-smelling sock into my mouth. Then, he pulled out a stun baton and jammed it between my thighs. I jolted upright, my muscles spasming uncontrollably, but the gag swallowed my screams. After they hit me with the current a few more times, my vision went dark, and I finally passed out from the agony. In a hazy daze, I heard the two of them talking. "This guy actually dares to compete with Mr. Brown for a woman. He found out he was Annie's husband long ago. He only went for that tattoo removal to put on a show.

Intrigued, I leaned forward, waiting for the caption. (Retired Permanent Secretary, Mr. David Garfield, blessed with a baby at sixty-six.) "Hmm." The name clicked, but the image jarred. The Mr. Garfield I recalled was much older, and his wife, hadn't she gone to jail? The news clarified: he’d remarried. I studied the man on screen again. This must be a miracle. How does a woman conceive past fifty? The report noted his new wife was a decade younger, crediting her. The story closed with the touching scene of Mr. Garfield escorting his wife and child to their car, opening the door for them, and driving away.

She swallowed her saliva and didn't speak again. "T-That w-woman is your wife, Mr. S-Salavatore?" muttered the guard as his face turned paled also. The other guard also turned pale and seemed unable to speak. They seem to be afraid of Phil. Maybe because my husband is an influential person and the guards knew it. "Yes. Amber is my wife. And if you touch her again, I will cut off your hands," Phil threatened strongly in a dangerous voice. Both guards knelt in front of Phil at the same time and apologized. But Phil ignores them.