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Get the APPThe Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Love Unbreakable
Reborn And Remade: Pursued By The Billionaire
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius
Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire Heiress
The Masked Heiress: Don't Mess With Her
The Heiress' Revenge: Abandoned No More
Irreversible Fate
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.On the day Jared and I got engaged, he personally brought the person who had bullied me years ago to stand before me.
He said, "I should express gratitude and forgiveness, only then can I attain redemption."
Every day after my death, he, once proud, wandered like a beggar, seeking information about my whereabouts.
Day after day, he uttered apologies I would never hear, seeking forgiveness and redemption that would forever elude him.
This is what he deserved.
*
The evening I discovered Jared's connection with Vicki, an ambulance rushed me to the emergency room. Hearing the doctor's regretful words beside me, my head throbbed intensely, leaving me disoriented and lost.
Brain cancer, I only have a few months left to live.
"If this had been discovered earlier, the chances of a successful surgery would have been high..."
The doctor sighed and pointed at the phone shaking in my hand, "Notify your family sooner. Get admitted for surgery preparation."
I wasn't sure how I managed to nod. Seeing the caller ID, I was at a loss for words, but my long-standing habit made me answer the call immediately.
"Hey, Jared has had too much to drink and is being stubborn. He keeps asking for you. You should come and pick him up..."
Momentarily taken aback, I instinctively swung my legs off the bed and left the hospital in a rush to pay the fees, ignoring the doctor's advice.
When I reached him, I heard a name from his lips that I dared not recall in this lifetime.
"I'm sorry... Vicki... I'm sorry..."
It was a winter night, yet that name cut through me more sharply than the sub-zero wind. After my heart skipped a beat, a wave of intense pain washed over me. I took a sharp breath in, trying to suppress the sudden surge of emotions in my heart. I sniffed, and reached out to support him. He half-opened his eyes, saw it was me, and instinctively smiled sweetly, but pulled away from my hand.
"Cindy, why don't we go apologize to Vicki... She's going through such a difficult time now... Do you remember her?"
Later, he muttered something else, but I couldn't catch what he said clearly.
Of course, I remembered Vicki.
Vicki was his idealized love, the one who shone like the moon in his heart, yet she was also the demon who had once plunged me into the abyss.
