Wife Stripped In Public の小説・ストーリー

One could hear the excited murmurings of the crowd, the grating voices of the ladies cursing and throwing insults, as well as the girl's tragic pleas for help in the video. "You damn wh*re! How dare you seduce my husband?! How dare you! Come on, there are so many men here! Why don't you show off your seductive wiles for everybody to see?! How dare you! How dare you! You slutty little c*nt! I'll show you what you get for being a whore!" Amid the abuse thrown out by the wife, two or three strong and fit ladies tore the sexy low cut evening dress the girl was wearing into strips, revealing the seductive and sexy lingerie underneath it. Then, they pressed her down by her thighs and exposed her b

It took him three whole minutes to finally get his senses back, his breathing ragged, before he slowly let go of me. We got home in total, suffocating silence that night. But the damage was already done. The very next day, the nightmare I feared came to life. We were already on the cover of every single pack magazine and blog. The headlines were brutal: “ALPHA WILLIAMS AND HIS MAID KISSING IN PUBLIC AFTER SENDING HIS WIFE OUT.” The articles called me a homewrecker, a gold-digger, and a low-class servant who seduced the leader.

My blood immediately rose to my head when I saw who was at the door. I went to her and slap her. “What did you do to my husband!!!” I shouted at her. I slap her again. “What do you really want?!!” The people there immediately stopped us. James held me while Alex held Jana. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "Sorry?!!! Will my husband be healed by your sorry?!!!” I shouted. "What are you going to do in Tagaytay huh?!!! Tell me!!!!" I ask her angrily.

I knew he had no self-dignity, but I couldn’t believe he could be this shameless. Beg? He wanted me to beg? After his mistress caused a scene. After everything that had already spread like wildfire online. The video was everywhere. His wife splashing water on the Sinclair heiress. His sister slapping his wife. All of it has been the headline since morning. With people using hash tag Clyde Wellington’s wife. And now he wanted me to clean it up. Like I was nothing more than something convenient to use when things went wrong. I started typing on my phone,

Not screaming, but loud enough that the people nearest us turned their heads. "I am still your husband." The words landed like stones in still water. Ripples spread through the crowd and conversations stopped. Heads turned. The hum of the party faded into a charged, uncomfortable silence. I could feel my face burning with hot and sharp humiliation and this cut through the fear. This was worse than the threats. Worse than the photos. Because this was public and everyone was watching. Everyone could see that I was the woman with the crazy husband, the woman who couldn't escape, the woman who would never be free.

Another, more dramatic: "Poisoned Bonds: The Woman Who Orchestrated Her Husband’s Demise" Another read, "Stolen Lives: The Scandal That Shocked a City." The public was enraptured, and for the second time that year, Flora’s name trended across social media. First, she had been the wronged wife, her personal life dissected and judged. Now, the narrative had shifted—#FlorasTruth and #JusticeforFlora dominated timelines, and her social media following exploded with people expressing their outrage and sympathy.

The slap was so hard that he lost balance and fell to the ground. Despite being with Melissa all this while and even bringing her to my ceremony, he still had the audacity to tell me that he had missed me so much. Surely he had thought that I was the same Amelia who was so obsessed with him to the extent of putting up with his infidelity despite the fact that we were still legally married, but unfortunately for him, I was no longer that Amelia, and I made sure to prove that to him. As he was still on the ground while clutching his cheeks, on which I had slapped him, James showed up and immediately called the security, who had him dragged away like a thief despite his status.

I tried my best to overcome my fear and said, "I'm very... happy to welcome Gracie to our home." As soon as I finished, I rushed off the stage. The next second, however, the side seam and shoulder strap of the dress suddenly snapped open. I was practically naked in front of everyone. The crowd instantly burst into loud laughter, and insults poured from every direction. "No wonder she has a reputation for being promiscuous. She is practically begging for attention in public." "What does she take Timothy for? Timothy is too generous. If it were me, I would have divorced her long ago. A trashy woman like that can go to whoever wants her."

Her girls scrambled after her, whispering frantically, shielding her from the cameras, but not before the world had seen it all: the perfect wife unraveling in broad daylight. I watched it unfold with a strange mixture of awe and dread. We had wanted a public crack in her facade, and Zane had delivered it flawlessly. He didn’t even need to say anything outrageous for our plan to work out. But as the cameras followed Sera’s retreat, my own stomach rolled violently.

Now that she had finally voiced the ugly truth, she felt immensely lighter. By now, the commotion had already drawn the attention of the surrounding patrons. After hearing Aspen's words, their murmurs grew even louder. "Seriously? A mistress openly acting so arrogant in broad daylight?" "And that man isn't any better! Look at him. He's just shamelessly defending his mistress right in front of his actual wife!" In today's world, mistresses and cheating bastards were public enemies. It didn't take long before Colin and Gwyneth found themselves at the center of the chaos with people whispering and pointing at them from all directions.