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He was a misogynistic man who believed women should never make decisions for themselves. " You said it yourself. He is my husband and everything he does is not a secret to me. Whatever you have to say to him, you can say it in my presence. " I said. Jonathan looked unimpressed by this and his jaw ticked in anger. Good. I wouldn't let him slither his way back into my life and control my decisions. He was a bad man and I wanted nothing to do with him. " I want to do business with your husband here, " Jonathan stated, although I knew that was not what they had been talking about when I entered the room.

Once she shuts the door I turn to my husband. “She couldn't wait to get out of here, or that’s just my impression. What do you think?” “You are sick, “ he says and crosses his arms, leaning against his desk. “Where were you?” he asks and I shrug. “None of your business. But I am here to let you know my lawyer has prepared new documents. Now that we have evidence you’ve been cheating on me, the court will be on my side. “ “You don’t know what you are saying. “

He was a temptation that was hard to resist, a sin I willingly succumbed to. “My husband was not only my partner in life but also my beloved brother. He possessed both wealth and irresistible charm that attracted attention wherever he went. Yet, despite the attention he received from others, his heart remained devoted to me. However, it was not without its challenges when I discovered his past as a womanizer. The strength of our relationship was put to the test.” I playfully taunted him, observing his reaction as he closed his eyes, perhaps feeling a pang of guilt. “Oh, dear, it stings a little, doesn't it?” I couldn't help but laugh, a mixture of jest and genuine affection.

“Don't be cynical, as far as I know we come from the same place. — Yes, it's true, the difference is that I've only slept with one man since the day I left that place and it's not because I throw these parties that I go to bed with anyone, but, you haven't learned anything, keep going same way, how does your husband allow this? "That useless old man doesn't know how to satisfy a woman in a coma , at least not one like me." — His thirst to change his life was so great, that he took the first one that appeared, and that's what happened. — But I'm sure that soon my life will change. - Like this? I didn't understand. — Let's save that conversation for another day, I have to go home now and put u

I'd advise you to quit before you embarrass yourself any further. "Marrying someone like you is proof of me having the worst luck ever." As he spoke, his eyes darted around nervously as if he were afraid someone might realize we were married. His behavior was ridiculous. "If it's so terrible to be married to me, why don't you just replace me outright?" I asked. "Or does sneaking around and keeping your options open somehow make things more fun?" Anger simmered inside me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't suppress the fire in my gaze as I looked at him.

"This guy has no shame! He cheated, got caught, and now, he wants to go back to his ex-wife?" "Just look at him—he's obviously bad news!" "Disgusting! He cheated with another woman, then realized the baby wasn't his. Now, he's clinging to his ex-wife? What a piece of trash!" "Good thing she divorced him. Staying would've been a nightmare." The murmurs made Christian's face flush red, then pale. Taking advantage of the commotion, I quickly moved toward the car, intending to leave. "Shiloh Jackson!" Christian suddenly shouted, pulling out a gleaming knife.

Jayden explained, trying to show indifference, and the wrinkle of distrust between my husband’s eyebrows seemed to disappear. Daon hugs me, smiling, and shrugs. "What do you mean let? What a sexist thought. Are we in the Stone Age? I’m her husband, not her owner. She can wear whatever she wants. After all, anyone can look. That doesn’t change the fact that she’s my wife." Daon explains, joking and pointing to our rings. "Yeah, Jayden, don’t be sexist, women are free to be vulgar," Louyse says in a mocking tone and a smile on her face. I see Daon giving her a reprimanding look, but he doesn’t correct her.

Turning her attention back to me, she continued, "As for you, we've done our research. You don't possess much, in fact, you have nothing to your name. The only thing of value you have is your attractive husband. Is it wrong to demand a share of him?" I opened my mouth to argue, but she cut me off abruptly. "Before you speak, know this: your husband has been involved with more than half of the women in this room. Being married to him, you should be well aware of the kind of man he is. He's already a promiscuous individual, so why bother with gatekeeping?" "How about you give me a chance to speak first, so we can have a proper conversation?" I suggested, determined to have my voice heard.

“Exactly! You dared to bring a woman like this home? Have you been possessed?” “Divorce! Yvonne must divorce him!” Daisy wailed loudly while Philip Carter, my father-in-law, remained silent with a dark expression. His pipe struck the table with a thunderous clatter. Charles kept his head down, and his fists were clenched tight. He did not dare to argue. I listened to the commotion from my room. This was only the beginning. Michelle, your journey of “returning to the primitive” had only just started.

Hiding in the restroom, she lowered her voice and said to the camera, “Guys, I ran into that crazy woman again. And get this, she’s married, but she’s sneaking around with another man behind her husband’s back.” The livestream instantly flooded with tens of thousands of viewers. The numbers kept climbing. I even lifted a finger and paid to boost her traffic, pushing her straight onto the trending page. Her fans were thrilled. “That’s disgusting. You ran into that psycho again? Is that woman stalking you?” “She’s cheating on her husband? Her man must not be enough for her.” Eugene was watching the livestream too, and the second he saw that comment, his expression darkened. “Honey, they’re rea