Novel & Cerita Wife Humiliates Sissy Husband

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

She gasped as he smacked her buttock, smirking at his action. "How dare you?? Don't ever do that again you pervert." She shouted at him embarrassed at his audacity. “Okay” she heard him say but gasped loudly as he again smacked her but making her hiss. "Husband!!! You are so bad! I am your wife?! How can you do this to me?! She shouted and tried to get off him. Tried but obviously failed. He was unfazed by her words and to teach her a lesson he entered the water with her still on his shoulder, dangling.

Belle raised her head, looking earnestly at him, saying, "I'm worried that I might perform poorly and they might insult you." "What sort of insults?" "They might say that you don't have any status in the family." When Grayson heard that, he burst out laughing. "Why would you think that?" Belle said sternly, "I like watching dramas, and it always plays out like that on TV. When the husband's friends come over, the wife has to put on a good performance. "Only then will the husband be proud. If not, his friends will mock him for not having a status in the family and say that he's submissive to his wife."

She occasionally glanced at Deric. "It seems that besides being paralyzed, your husband is also mute." Wilson chuckled. "I must be very wrong forever feeling a little jealous of him." "Don't interfere with Caraline's happiness, Wilson," said Catherine, "I can feel her sadness just from her breath. Don't you feel sorry for the life our cousin has led? Caraline has endured a life of hardship all by herself." "You're always so good at bragging, Catherine," Caraline retorted nonchalantly even though she was sick of hearing their inconsequential ramblings. "You're acting very badly."

She felt her self-esteem was hurt when her husband suspected she was having an affair. "Ah... can you still argue? As expected, from the first time I made love to you I knew you were a slut." "I am not." Regina bit her lips in anger and denied. "Okay." Darryl knelt on the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and looking at her with fiery eyes. "Let me remind you whose whore you are."

“Drop the act you slut. How else did you get pregnant for you brat. I can’t even believe I was stupid enough to want to have sex with you.” “You cold hearted bastard!” “Hit a nerve did I?” He laughed mockingly and finished his drink. His phone rang. “Hey babe? Yeah I am home. Thanks for the wonderful evening-“ He pushed past me and went upstairs. I stood there like a statue, tears of humiliation rolling down my cheeks as I listened to my husband speak to him mistress.

For a second, I felt this flicker of hope— Then bitterness swallowed it whole. The affair still sat in my chest like glass. I didn't know if I'd ever stop bleeding from it. And honestly? I hated how pathetic I'd become. Caught my husband cheating, and somehow I'm still here, handing out second chances like candy. I didn't even recognize myself anymore. But after ten years, the thought of letting him go felt like free-falling. He was all I had left. While I sat drowning in that, his phone rang—loud and sharp, slicing through the quiet.

"Love me? What you love is my money, my power, and the status that comes with being my wife!" He kicked her in the stomach. She doubled over and curled into a ball. "I hit Sylvie because of you! I killed my own baby with my own hands! Now everyone turned their backs on me! I had made a total fool of myself!" He punctuated every line with a savage kick to her ribs, every trace of his gentleness and care for her gone. Staring at her, crumpled on the floor and smeared with tears and snot, he felt nothing but regret.

Zephyr asks, and the bastard has the nerve to look strong even though we all know he’s a pussy with a freaking low tolerance for pain. “Yeah, yeah… I’m fine.” He lies through gritted teeth, trying to play it off even as his pants soak through and his skin probably blisters underneath. Pathetic. I nod, my smile not faltering as I keep my gaze on his wife. “Sorry about that, the bowl just slipped right out of my grip.” I say, but I’m not sorry. Not even a little. The smile on Marian’s face, and the delight she takes in her cheating husband’s pain, makes my move worth it. If anyone deserves to be called stupid, it’s her husband.

It seemed he still didn't know that his family thought I was a disloyal wife who had cheated on him. Yelena tugged on Simon's arm. "She cheated on you, you know!" Simon shot me a disbelieving look, and when he spoke, his voice quavered. "Is that true?" "I didn't cheat on you. I just want to divorce you." Despite the calm manner in which I said those words, Simon looked as though I had dealt him an even greater blow than earlier. His body swayed like he was about to faint at any moment, but he managed to force himself to stay standing.