Novel & Cerita Perfect Marriage Revenge Ep 6

It never occurred to him that he would be making love again with her. After everything that had happened between the two of them over the previous several years, he never did have high hopes especially when she came back she was totally different from the wife he first had. When he wiped his shaft, he pulled some again and sat alongside Amelia. He wiped the moisture that oozed out of her. She yearned to take the tissue from him but he didn't give it to her.

I screamed it through tears I couldn't hold back anymore. "Because the clause said you had to be the one to leave. But you never would. No matter what I did to you, you stayed. No pride. No self respect. That's exactly why I could never love you. You're weak, Aysha. Pathetic. You were never built for a man like me." He glanced at Mira and smiled. "Unlike my baby girl here. She's a trophy. She's perfect." He kissed her again, lifted her off the floor, and carried her up the stairs like I wasn't even standing there. Like twelve years of marriage had just evaporated into nothing.

Unfairly treated. But she knew one thing about the world. The poor rarely received fairness. “We are going back to Yorkshire.” Aron’s voice lowered. But somehow, it became even sharper. His eyes locked onto hers. “Never look at me like that.” He was not allowing her anger. “You must be able to pretend to love me even when your heart wants to burn everything down.” Eva’s blood rushed faster. Her mind filled with endless questions. This was only the beginning. She had no idea how far Aron’s revenge would go.

So, he did know she was innocent, but he still chose to use her and hurt her. Serena had heard enough. She no longer cared what they thought of her. She entered, walking past them, and picked up her phone from the second table. She meant to just walk out, but no. Instead, she turned to Nathaniel and said, “Congratulations on achieving your revenge, Nathan. I’m sure your father would be proud that you used your innocent wife to bring him justice.” Then she echoed Timothy’s words. “That's okay. We weren’t a good match, anyway. You were too good for me. You and Vanessa are more suited for each other.”

I stared at him, my eyes widening despite my best efforts to show indifference. Moments later, Rosy Cook steps out from the other side of the Aston in a scarlet gown that clings to her figure fitted. She curves her lips into a satisfied smile as she locks her arm with Marino's, flaunting their bond together. I could hear people in the crowd commenting on them, "What a couple! Wow, They're so perfect together—such a perfect pair!" My stomach turns, and a bitter taste arises in my throat. "A traitorous man and his mistress," I think bitterly. "A match made in hell, more fitting." These words echo in my mind as I glared at the duo.

Apparently, during which Asher went through an emotional roller coaster and had to make the decision of his life, he had to make that choice between how he is feeling about her wife at the moment or to focus on his revenge for whatever she did in the past. She silently went to her room and started sobbing, she couldn't help but to recall how happy life she was living before, though she was middle class, she was studying on scholarships, earning for her food but at least she wasn't a slave and now he is not leaving any opportunity to ruin her and she is also keeping mum until she gets fine. She cursed the day when she put ointment on his hand when her friend burnt him with hot coffee. She def

"Regret? You want me to regret defending myself? Fighting back against people who destroyed my life?" "You tried to murder a child," I said sharply. "You planned to kidnap another. You killed two people. How is any of that defending yourself?" "Phil was in my way. Those people betrayed me. Everyone betrayed me!" Her voice rose. "I gave Alex everything. I was the perfect wife. And what did I get? Thrown away for a woman he hadn't seen in six years!" "You were never the perfect wife," I said coldly. "You were a lie from the beginning. We both were."

Antonio urged, his tone pleading yet resolute. The husband and wife exchanged a meaningful glance, silently contemplating their next move. “Still, we can’t let our emotions cloud our judgment,” the wife finally said, her voice steady. “We are not bad people, nor will we stop at his level. Maria will never be happy if she knows that her parents resorted to violence or revenge.” The wife cried, tears welling up in her eyes as she thought of her daughter. She took a deep breath and wiped away her tears, determined to find a peaceful solution. “We want peace and happiness for Maria; when we pull her plug, we will do it with love and compassion, not with anger or vengeance,” the husband added, hi

“I guess you recognized me, I was hoping that you would forget about that night—it was a mistake, a one-time thing,” “Is that so?” I said cocking one of my eyebrows. “Most women would be begging for another chance to crawl into my bed, and yet here you are. You're a bit full of yourself,” I said but I made sure that my tone carried it as a compliment. “Well, sir, I'm sorry but I'm not most women. I just got out of a messy relationship and I'd rather focus on myself now,” A smile rolled on my face. “You're perfect,” I said without stuttering and she stared at me, her face mingled with surprise and shock.

She then hit the call button and shouted in anger, "Where is the doctor?! The patient is injured again! Is this how you take care of a patient?!" After my hand was bandaged, I lowered my head and looked at my distorted hands. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Magnolia carefully took my hand and said, "Does it hurt? This is all my fault. Your hands have gotten worse again... Guess we have no choice but to postpone the wedding…" She truly was a good actress. I almost believed that she couldn't be the same woman who had killed my sister and was trying to destroy me. For one brief moment, I almost asked her whether I had ever crossed her in some way. Why was she doing this to me?