I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

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and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round bre

baby," the woman screams

d flips her over, slapping her buttoc

around, sways her buttock

ad. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but

having sex, my disgust being provoked time and time again. Every

he grabs her buttocks, thrusts his penis deep

together as they climax. They collapse on the

e this in bed too?" Bella's

voice echoes, "I haven't even kissed

tisfied, hooking Mark's neck, leans in to k

wave of nausea and can't watch anymore. I ang

olds Mark in her grip, and I am powerless against it. Apart from a certificate and title, Mark

my life, all was made ready to celebrate the union of Bella and Mark. It was only mere minutes to th

f the guests or whatever it was they were trying to protect that day, turned to me.

, the stand-in bride who'd fulfill the ceremony in Bella's absence. There were no words of blessing

how it al

eams and aspirations were suddenly overshadowed by the harsh reality of my circumstances. Like my life had been snatched away fr

is was how i

y from my home and family. Growing older. As I grew older, from being a child, to a teenager and then a young adult, I kept searchi

us reunion, no te

with something cl

ents seemed to have moved on from me after all those years I was

ld at least be pitied enough to have been told that Bella had return

want to answer it at first, but ended up swiping green. Bella's face popped up on the

appy day over there," Bella

of the room, and in the background, I caught a

a pathetic old virgin? Not

eth. I was reeling with a

ded "He deserves better. And I'm

of that. I angrily ended the call and flung the p

still and let myself he dragged to the

living room, hanging my chin on my palm and nearly dozing off when I heard the sound of the front door clicki

ce. There was that brick-hard look on his face which he always had when I wa

r things that couldn't be counted, all for three years. It started happening frequently, that it became a ritual, like a dance of habit

g into his room. Treating me as usual like I w

t a di

me, an incredulous

you talk

of wife anymore," I answe

a congregation behind us and a preacher in front of us and saw that calm look of re

How stupid and helpless I felt in that dress. How my parents smiled like they'd not just pushed me

the bride," the

erely brushed his face past my cheek and spoke into my

wished I'd never let myself take it in the first place. I'd let go of too muc

myself in case he didn't hear me the first t

It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time

ntion. I hadn't attracted that so-called attention of his for o

going to do was arg

the divorce agreement," was all I

amming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled

side felt different afterward, like a heavy burden was being lifted off my shoulders for the first time in

ng my fingers quickly across the screen,

cing, come