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Returning To Ruin My Cheating NHL Husband

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 839    |    Released on: Today at 17:46

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vate wellness center Delaney had found was an absolute fortress of tranquility, far away from the toxic d

ura said with a warm, encouraging smile. "Your

ing in my lap. The screen displayed the live feed from the secu

nd shout empty slogans about revenge. I needed hard, ir

ving room. She had somehow completely raided my private closet and wa

shoulders as she deliberately struck a highly

the counter. He looked incredibly anxious, rubbing his temples,

tension in his broad s

om behind, pressing her cheek against his back. "Wh

for a moment, but he

ng," he mut

m, I know this is hard for you. But she doesn't understand you at all. She doesn't suppor

handing one to Liam. She leaned in incredibly close, her breasts brushing deliberately aga

seduction, finally gave in to his base instincts. He pulled her flush against

fell on the silk fabric slipping dangerously low down her chest. "Why are you

even lower, blatantly exposing her cleavage. "Why

ve sound that echoed in my ears. "That w

weeks picking out for our home. The high-definition camera feed captured every grotesque, expl

ton. With every thrust I watched, every moan I witnessed, it felt as if the surgical wound on my abdomen ha

let, saving the video

s nest soup. She saw the icy, murderous expression o

calm mask, taking the bowl from her. I

al strength back. I had a daughter w

home, their time would come. I would mak

ang. It wa

ht. "Your daughter is doing very well today. She's even gained a little

ozen heart, letting a sliver of genuine warmth through. "

w. Night had fallen, and the waves

would visit my daughter as her mother. And

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Returning To Ruin My Cheating NHL Husband
Returning To Ruin My Cheating NHL Husband
“On our third anniversary, I stood outside a luxury restaurant, holding a limited-edition watch for my husband, Liam. Through the window, I saw him intimately wiping cream from the lips of his first love, Clara. Just as I realized the diamond bracelet on her wrist was the one he lied about, a violent cramp ripped through my eight-month pregnant belly, and blood soaked my dress. "Liam... I'm bleeding," I gasped into the phone in agony. "I'm not falling for these games," he coldly replied, hanging up as Clara laughed in the background. I almost died on the operating table during an emergency C-section, spending my first night as a mother completely alone. While my premature daughter fought for her life in the NICU, Liam was busy sleeping with Clara, eventually bringing her to my home to wear my bathrobe and drink from my glass. When my best friend confronted him, he confidently claimed I was just throwing a tantrum on a Caribbean vacation. He couldn't even recognize me when we crossed paths right in the hospital hallway. The man I loved was dead to me. He later called, demanding I come home to play the perfect pregnant wife for an important family dinner. I didn't cry, and I didn't ask for a simple divorce. Instead, I strapped on a hyper-realistic silicone pregnant belly and smiled. If they wanted the devoted, pregnant Sterling wife, I would give them the performance of a lifetime before burning their world to the ground.”