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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
Our Story Harvey s Life
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.Ethan Walker stood amidst the busy art gallery, his gaze scanning the paintings and sculptures adorning the walls. The gallery was packed, with elegantly dressed people whispering in approval of the artwork exhibited. Ethan hardly caught what they were saying. His thoughts were not present, as they frequently were recently, wandering to past memories he wanted to erase.
He inhaled deeply, attempting to concentrate. He came to show his support for his friend Mark, who had strongly encouraged him to come to this art exhibition. Mark firmly believed that Ethan should socialize more and let go of the past that continued to trouble him.
Earlier, Mark mentioned that you're still fixated on Ava. "Ethan, you must release it." It has been three years.
A span of three years. It seemed like forever and yet no time had passed since Ava disappeared from his life without a word, creating a void that Ethan couldn't fill. He attempted to progress, but memories kept pulling him back whenever he believed he was prepared.
He was distracted from his thoughts when he noticed a painting at the other end of the gallery. It was a basic artwork, a depiction of a solitary beach during sunset, yet there was something about it that captivated him. Upon approaching, he observed a petite autograph in the lower corner belonging to Lena Dawson.
"Isn't it lovely?" a gentle voice asked from his back.
