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The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Who Dares Claim The Heart Of My Wonderful Queen?
Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby
Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife
Married To An Exquisite Queen: My Ex-wife's Spectacular Comeback
The Sperm Donor
I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.AUTHOR'S NOTE
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Under a clear blue sky dotted with white clouds, an exquisite three story building nestled just beside a massive old tree with its widespread canopy casting down a warm shadow below. The leaves swayed in the light wind, peeking at the huge sign; Elite Kiddies Lounge, a colourful classroom. The preschoolers giggled and hopped around a young teacher who wore a huge bright smile.
"Nana…"
In the massive classroom, a chubby dark haired boy muttered as his little face crumpled in pain. He doubled over, then crept towards a square table littered with crayons and little easels sitting on it. Small canvases were strewn about.
"I want… I want my Nana now…" The little boy clutched his chest.
Sweat glistened on his glossy skin reflecting the excruciating pain gathered internally.
The blonde haired teacher in a jean and blouse, spotted the little boy twisting on a chair, still clutching his chest. Her smiles fell and crashed. The other children stepped away, wide eyed as the young teacher rose abruptly and dashed towards the boy, staring at him as if looking at her death day.
"King? What is it, darling?" With grave fear swimming in her eyes, the teacher's shaky hand touched the boy's soft cheek. She yanked her hand away. "Oh my God!" Her eyes flew open. "No, no, no, you're burning up, King!"
As the teacher cried out in horror, King slumped on the table, his little body lay still.
Silence flooded the classroom. Few moments later, teachers rushed in, freezing with their mouths hanging loosely as their wide eyes perched on King's body.
The children trembled at the frightening sight of the frozen teachers and the unmoving King.
