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We both knew, we didn't marry each other out of love. Like any other conglomerate marriage, fidelity isn't part of the deal. If there is any loyalty left in us, it belongs solely to our family business. I had intentionally inserted a clause regarding the transfer of shares in the event of adultery. If Damian Lee cheated, half of his RQL Group shares would be transferred to me. And of course, the same applied to me if I cheated too, but that wouldn’t even happen. I thought it would be easy to wait for him to slip up. I mean, he’s Damian Lee. The people at the club would think he would get another girl on day one.

Her voice rose to a dramatic pitch. “Everyone, look! This is Claire Marshall, yes, the famous attorney! She’s so jealous that I’m younger and prettier than she is that she’s fabricating an affair between me and her husband! And now, she’s inventing evidence, trying to throw her own husband and mother-in-law in jail just so she doesn’t have to split her assets in the divorce! What kind of vile woman does this? Her husband is starting a business, and as his wife, with all her resources, was it too much to ask for a little support? Who knew she’d be so greedy that she’d throw away her own family? She’s throwing her husband and his mother out of their home! I didn’t want to make this public, but

As far as they're concerned, we're the real couple, and you're the shameless homewrecker who broke up a family. "And here's something you probably don't know. Your marriage certificate is fake. I'm the one on his real marriage license. I'm his legal wife, and I'm not about to help you prove that he committed bigamy." For a moment, I couldn't speak. "Regardless of all that, he still cheated on you." She shrugged like it meant nothing. "He doesn't even have real feelings for you. Why would I care? He was only doing it so that our daughter and I could have a better life."

Alex did recover speedily and just as predicted, after many months, he was able to use his hands again —this was when he started to showed his left side to Lisa. Being his wife has been a thorn in the flesh for her but she couldn't help but pretended as though all was fine. Alex used to be a nice guy when she had recently know him which made it easier to get along with him at first but overnight, he turn a jerk and a pervert. He never for once considered her as his wife since he believed she had forced herself on him. He sees her as a cheap and greedy nurse who had herself hooked up I the name of marriage —he shouldn't be showing love to such monetary union.

He once swore he would be my husband, that we would be together for life. When he was a teenager, he moved abroad with his family. At the airport, he clutched my hand, sobbing, begging me to wait—promising he would come back. I waited. And waited. But he never returned. The tenderness of youth faded with time. I found a new love, a new marriage. I thought happiness would last forever. But I never imagined my husband's heart would belong to another woman. And that my unborn child would become nothing more than the lifeline to his so-called "true love."

On the contrary, I did not find it embarrassing to be washing my wife's undergarments. However, for the first time ever, I felt an agonizing pain shoot through me. There were visible milky stains on Winona's underwear. It was clear that this man could better satisfy Winona. I resisted the urge to cry and interrogate Winona over the phone. Perhaps I was mistaken. I wanted to hide myself away in denial, but the stains right before my eyes kept reminding me that my wife cheated on me. For the first time, I felt extremely useless and powerless. Still, I chose to live in denial.

I wasn't turned on by a man who might turn out to be worse than my ex-husband, or sitting on a shower floor because I'd burnt myself trying to cool down dirty images of my contracted husband, who also slept with other women openly and had zero regard for my feelings about it, until apparently today when he decided to go jealous about a fucking hug. I pulled my hair even harder, groaning loudly. "Get it together, Althea," I muttered to the tiles. But I knew deep down— even if it was a problem— I knew more were still coming.

Chloe Shameless are many words. Shameless is your husband cheating on you with the maid. Shameless is when they grope each other like rabid animals, like you’re nothing more than a ghost haunting the walls of your own home. Shameless is the way they laugh, touch, and linger around the house without even the decency to pretend you exist. Shameless is when your family looks at you, shrugs, and says, “Deal with it.” But this... this wasn’t shamelessness. This was something far uglier, something so disgusting it made shameless seem like a compliment. This was a new level of humiliation, a new depth of degradation.

My ex-husband's life unfolded in damning detail: The male intern he'd been fucking in conference rooms. The offshore accounts Jane knew nothing about. The tax fraud even his fancy lawyers couldn't explain away. Rolin swirled his drink. "Pathetic, isn't it?" Pathetic didn't cover it. This was a guided tour through a man's moral bankruptcy. Then I turned the page. The world stopped. My vision tunneled to three words: "Termination of Eleanor Whitmore." Nana. The paper crinkled in my grip. A sound tore from my throat—half sob, half snarl.

Opula shut her eyes and said, “Hmmm, my phenomenal husband. I have the best husband in the world… He has never cheated on me, and he will never cheat on me….” “Really?” Kate replied, “What if I prove to you that your husband has been cheating on you, what will you do?” she said yet further. Opula stared at her anxiously. Tension called on…