Wife Humiliates Sissy Husband の小説・ストーリー

She laughed sarcastically. "Can't you notice, Dianna? That came right out of your mouth. Go ahead, think about everything, and then ask yourself again if it's not really possible that your husband is cheating on you behind his back." Tears came to my eyes which I immediately wiped away. I couldn't move, until Chelsea hugged me.

If he’d hit her, violated her, then it was because she was disobedient and unteachable, and where a woman was to keep her mouth shut and let her husband lead her astray, her husband could make all the absurd decisions as he liked without getting blamed for his stupidity. “What would you do, dear Guilia, if you remembered how I made you strip in front of my boyfriend? Will you climb that podium and announce to our guests or the society at large that you were naked in front of us, begging to be fucked ruthlessly because you’ve never had good sex for a very long time?” My lips parted slightly and then my jaws dropped lower as cold chills sprinted down my skin. Fighting back the tears that burne

“Apologize to her.” My heart shook violently. He wanted me to apologize to Lily. I swayed slightly, my knees threatening to give out. I was his lawful wife. And he wanted me to apologize to the woman who had humiliated me, who stood wrapped in his arms while our marriage was mocked in public. My lips trembled. I couldn’t speak. The room blurred. Seeing me falter only made my best friend angrier. She shoved past me, pointing at David. “How dare you?” she shouted. “Alice is your wife!”

"The only reason why I haven't slapped you yet is that you're my elder sister, but if you push me, I promise that I won't fucking hold back..." Alexa sends a hot slap to his cheek before he can finish his statement. "You're going to slap me because of that bastard? That gold digger that also wants your money? Why the fuck are you so blind? Do you think that she so much loves you? Wake up, Alex... Fucking wake up," Alexa says again, but he scoffs. "A gold digger? A bastard? You don't call my wife names in my presence, Alexa. Don't fucking push me, please," He snaps at her again, and scoffs.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

During Thanksgiving, my wife, Maya Golding, said that she had an important project to finish late at night and sent me to her parents' house to deliver the holiday gifts. As soon as I started my trip with the gifts, my phone rang. "Bro, move your car, please. My car can't leave the parking lot." 'Move the car? But I am already in the car,' I thought. I answered, "You must have called the wrong person." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. "Is the Audi in lot 695 not yours?" I tightened my grip on the phone as a bad feeling rose inside me. Maya had driven that Audi today, and she had a designated parking spot at the office. "Yes, where are you? I'll go move the

The scene cut to an interior to show her entering and off to the side was a tall, well-dressed man with his pants down around his ankles as he drove himself into the ass of a pretty Hispanic woman in a maid's outfit. The socialite paused and shot a look of disgust at the man who was probably supposed to be her husband. "The cheating husband! Of course!" Trish called out. "Fucking the staff and she's not happy about it." Ben assumed that as well from her expression. "Fuck! He's really going to town on that poor girl's ass," she mumbled, and Ben glanced at her. The main actress said some bitter things to her husband who continued to pound until he pulled out and finished on the maid's ass.

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

" Nate yelled. "You love her?" I found it ridiculous. I walked up to Nate and swung my arm, slapping him hard across the face. He nearly fell out of his wheelchair. He was stunned. It was probably the first time since we had gotten married that I had ever hit him like that. Grace screamed. "How dare you hit him?!" I backhanded her across the face. "I won't just hit him. I'll hit you too." Nate struggled to get up. I kicked him straight in his broken leg, and his face turned pale from the pain.

“That’s what happens when you’ve been broke and stingy your whole life. If my parents hadn’t been so stupid and arranged for me to marry him, he probably wouldn’t have felt the warmth of a woman in his whole life.” Wayne snickered and did not argue. I walked up with a blank expression and splashed the seasoned sauce directly onto Sloane’s face. Sloane could not evade it in time. The spiciness stung her eyes so much that she could not open them. She screamed in distress. “Alvin, have you lost your mind?!” Wallace also became enraged. He reached out to grab me by the collar. “You old fool! How shameless could you be? Picking on a woman? What kind of man does that?”