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The possessiveness in his voice made my soaking core clench even harder. When he finally pulled back, I could feel the mark throbbing on my neck. A bruise. A claim. A defiance to morality itself. He reached into the back seat and grabbed a handful of napkins from a fast-food bag. Then he started cleaning me up, wiping the mess from my thighs with surprising gentleness. “We should head out,” he said, dabbing at the slick mess on my skin. “Get some air. Relax a little.” I stared at him. “Relax? Christian, my husband just accused me of cheating. I can’t relax.”

Jennifer asked, "That one you sent me, where the wife goes back to college and can't control herself. That was hot. But I'm kind of surprised you liked it?" "Standard disclaimers," I said, simply. "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just figured that would be kind of a trigger for you. After everything with Beth and all." "Yes, sometimes those stories bother me," I said, "But I don't know. A lot of times, I don't see myself as the husband, but the guy she's cheating with. I guess it's cathartic in some way. And, I don't know, sometimes I like the stories that make me uncomfortable. Like, that almost makes it hotter."

"Help me prepare another divorce agreement." That night, as expected, Quinn didn't come home. At the same time, I received a stream of taunting messages from Chester. He sent me photo after photo of Quinn lying beside him with their son cradled in her arms, sleeping soundly with a peaceful smile. "See that? Our family of three is so happy. If I were you, I'd have left long ago. After all, the unloved one is the real third wheel." "Nicholas, not only did you fail to uncover the truth behind your parents' case, but now you don't even have a home anymore. You're pathetic."

Chapter 130. The crowd gasped the moment the pictures scattered through the air and went crashing to the floor. For a few seconds, the only sound in the hall was the rustle of paper hitting the polished ground. “Oh my goodness! Did Ms. Nova really cheat on her husband?” a woman whispered, her voice full of fake pity. “What a shameful thing. To have all this beauty and still be a traitor.” “I knew she was too good to be true,” a man added, shaking his head as he watched the photos drop.

He just wanted to kill someone to calm the anger and bitterness he was feeling inside. Bridget was angry when she heard his accusations. "Are you accusing me of cheating on you now? Did you forget that you are the one who cheated on me? Who knows how many women you've slept with for the past five years? Oh, you don't even consider it cheating since you were never really married to me in the first place. You can do whatever I want, but if I want to move on and find happiness for myself, it means that I am cheating on you?" Bridget could not understand this logic, and it was driving her crazy .

He read it in a low voice. "I am leaving. From now on you can have how many affairs you want, there won't be your wife who will get hurt anymore. Hope you happiness..." And then the note dropped down to his hand. He stared at the photos again. 'I did not do this... I didn't cheat...' taking a photo he squeezed it in his hand angrily and then threw it away. 'You can not leave me.' Grabbing all the photos he tore them apart and then threw them in the air furiously.

, she said and her face dropped gloomily. She sighed and looked at nothing as if feeling bad about the situation, " her former husband really showered her with care and affection, spent lots of money on her, had connections, pampered her, did and gave her everything she wanted, but my sister promiscuous attitude destroyed the marriage, she fell in love with another man because he was better in bed, cheated on her husband and would even bring the man to their home, spend nights with him on their matrimonial bed, and she was so good in hiding it that her husband had no idea, the innocent man was clueless and kept showing her love and affection until she got pregnant for the man she's cheating

“How dare you ruin my husband’s hard work with your twisted lies? You're nothing but a jealous, bitter whore! Jealous of our success and jealous of me. Well, it's not my fault that you couldn't give a man what he wanted and he came to me instead. But now, because of you, he lost everything- his investor, his reputation!" The corners of my lips curled into a smirk "No, Christabella, let's not twist the truth. Your husband lost his investors because he's a cheating, despicable man who thought he could get away with being dirty. It's not my fault he decided to play illegal games and is finally facing the consequences" I shrugged.

I continued quietly, “I found out he’s been cheating on me with his secretary. All this while, he made me feel like garbage.” Her laughter died instantly. “I told you that asshole didn’t deserve you,” she snapped. “Have you left him? Did you throw the divorce papers in his face? Did you kick his balls?” Despite everything, a weak smile tugged at my lips. “I threw the divorce papers at him and left for good this time,” I said though I wished I could kick his balls. “I’m done being a good wife. I’m done…I swear.” “It must be so hard for you sweetheart. But you know what I'm with you, and you are not alone.” Devi said and I felt the warmth of her words in my heart.

Whitney panicked as well, screaming hysterically, "Shut the hell up, Simon! Say one more word, and I'll rip your tongue out!" "You two know perfectly well if I'm just spouting so-called lies." I eyed them frostily. "Whitney, I've tolerated you for a very long time. Did you really think you did such a good job hiding all your dirty little secrets? Did you seriously believe that I'm one of those blind, idiotic husbands you see in soap operas, the ones who have no clue their wives are cheating on them?" My gaze swept across the room, taking in the people who'd loudly called for me to be reported to the police.