His regret: Can't win me back

sm

ioned car. My hand trembles as I hold onto the divorce

not after graduation. The first year of our marriage was blissful, but afterward, I've been enduring the pain

to conceive in our three years of marriage

mom about how he desperately needs a c

al times, and I've been told

garage. What is he doing at home at this time? He shou

The living room is quiet - Maxwell is never qu

e bedroom, and then

ing from the bedroom. I feel a sense of dread wash over m

m door, my ears perked up to

. "Ah, Max, faster. Mmn,

ly open the door to my bedroom, I realize a woman is b

he bring a woman to our matrimonial

oblivious to my presence, so I grab the wom

e but refuses to let go of Maxwell;

o push the woman away, but she clings to him, her nails digging in

as she struggles with me,

e my hand and slap her

k as she stumbles back

abs my hair, and I let out a scream, but I turn around and hold her by the

. I am disgusted by him. The woman clings to Maxwell. I get up as they both

as he hurriedly gets off the

r matrimonial bed. I know I have tolerated your co

cted me to lash out at him and his whore lik

o the woman, "get the fuck o

s she smirks coldly, her breasts

to Maxwell. "Is this your wife? You say her pussy is dry and t

miliation as the woman's crude

fixed on Maxwell. "Have you gone mad? How c

ys with a shrug. I rush to him and k

ting, but the satisfaction of giving hi

aving with rage. "You deserve that, you're cheating, lying son of a b

p back as if realizing too late that she has underes

mp, get out of my house befor

oser. You have been replaced, and you should

a move to get up and act on throwing me

s no point in fighting. I rais

what has gotten into me. There is no poin

my room, I notice that the woman is dressed now. I take out t

ce. He knows I have always been a dutiful wife, longing f

st the start of a journey into