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The top five searches were all over her. She decided to check the comments and she immediately wished she never did so. 'She’s ugly' one read. 'Yikes, why settle for less??? Geez’ 'A waitress!! You've got to be kidding me!’ 'Mr Vaughn please tell me this is a lie. You can't be married to someone like her. She's ugly!!’ ‘I think it's a lie. Mr Vaughn had not said anything about it. It can just be a rumor, I hope it is

I wanted to be like the women I found in the stories in the back. Women that had unforgettable sex, a lot more interesting than my own awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the time. The story that really stood out centered around a woman who went camping with her husband. They couple made a few friends and one thing led to another and five men fucked her and filled her with cum. The next encounter came in the form of p**n video one of my immature guy friends put on at a party. From the woman’s bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it fell into the category of fake.

I thank whatever gods brought her back to me. My hollow wife is finally full. Full of cock, full of cum, and full of the freedom she always craved.

"I'm Nicole Riddle, the Chairperson of the Riddle Corporation. I'm also Jared Johnston's wife. Five years ago, we got registered in Panem, but there was no wedding ceremony. As for those two kids you mentioned..." Nicole paused for a moment before she continued speaking, sounding casual, "They're our kids." It was as if thunder had struck. Iris widened her eyes in disbelief. "What did you say?" "Th-That's impossible! You've to be lying! That's impossible!" Iris shook her head with all her might. She could not believe it. "The reason why I told you all this is for you to come to your senses. Your one-sided love is a huge joke. It also shows how pathetic you are."

Making everyone chuckle. “Well, my son is engaged as of tonight! Please meet Isabella Reins! Nikolai Cooper’s wife-to-be!”

"Stories? Experiences?" "Think about it," Whitmore said, warming to his subject with the enthusiasm of a professor who'd found an eager student. "Death is eternal, unchanging, always the same. But human lives? Human lives are chaos and choice, joy and suffering, love and loss. Every life is a story, and stories are the only currency that can surprise an immortal being."

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.

“Only heard of his ex wife, he once had a wife and that was a past.” She shrugged apathetically. “Fortunately I'm still the only one he loves.” “Maybe?” “Tell me, did he pay you to pretend to be his wife? I know Richard would do anything to have me back, just tell me the truth darling. I promise I'm not going to tell a soul.” Charlene stifled the urge to laugh. She noticed that Henrietta was trying not to break down but her voice was about to fail her. “Pay me? That's ludicrous.”

One hand slid under my robe, cupping my breast, the other dipping between my legs, fingers stroking my already wet pussy. “You’re thinking too much again, aren’t you?” he murmured against my neck, biting down gently. I moaned softly, pushing back against him. “It’s been exactly one year today,” I whispered. He hummed, sliding two fingers inside me slowly, curling them just right. “And?” he asked, voice dark. “Are you going to leave me, wife?” I turned in his arms, looking up at him. Those green eyes that once terrified me now made my knees weak.

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck