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Get the APPLove Unbreakable
Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Reborn And Remade: Pursued By The Billionaire
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby
Who Dares Claim The Heart Of My Wonderful Queen?
Married To An Exquisite Queen: My Ex-wife's Spectacular Comeback
His Slave
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.ASTER
The sudden scream of agony made me jolt up. I looked up from the toys I was playing with. My small eyes went wide, the moment my mother rushed inside the room and locked the door behind her.
“ Aster Baby. ” She called out to me, her eyes wide in horror and her breaths coming out in pants.
Then, another ear – piercing scream rang in the whole house. I was just ten years old and I was scared shitless.
“ What’s happening Mommy? ” I inquired, my breath caught up in my throat due to the paralyzing fear.
Another male scream and it didn’t take me long to recognize the voice this time.
“ Da – Daddy? Is he hurt? ” I asked innocently and ran to the locked door.
“ Shhh…Baby. Don’t speak. ” My Mom grabbed me from behind and turned me around to face her.
“ What’s wrong? ” I gulped, seeing her teary eyes and rosy cheeks.
“ Nothing is wrong okay? Can you go under the bed? Don’t come out no matter what. Do you understand, Aster? ” My Mom’s hold on my upper arms was strong, but it didn’t hurt me. What hurt me was the fear in her eyes.
My father’s agonizing scream rang in the room again and I jumped up, my heart beginning to beat out of rhythm.
What’s happening?
“ Do you understand, baby? ” My Mom left my arms and cupped my cheeks instead.
Tears began spilling out of her eyes as she caressed my cheeks. I had such a bad feeling about all of this, but Mom was crying. She rarely cried. She was the strongest woman I knew and she never cried in front of me.
“ Is Daddy okay… ” I questioned, my bottom lip quivering.
“ Everything – Everything is going to be fine. ” She assured me, but it didn’t sound so convincing.
Suddenly a loud thump sounded from outside and my wide eyes glanced at the door behind us. My Mom grabbed my face and turned my head back, not letting me look at the door.
“ Get under the bed. Don’t make any noise, sweetie. ” She whispered in a hushed tone and walked me toward the bed.
I got down on my knees before crawling under the bed and laying on my stomach.
“ Mo – ” I was about call out to her, because I was too afraid to stay like this when the door to our room was knocked down with a loud noise.
