Taming the Divorced Virgin Wife

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by my mother-in-law as she lovingly clasped my hand, her soft eyes looking tenderly at me. She was currently res

g, including preparing her meals, feeding her, assisting her in

Jude Hospital. However, rather than taking care of her own mother, she decided to work and provide a

at it was only fifteen minutes before five o'clock in the afternoon. In a short a

," I spoke to her in a soft voice as I tucked her in with the sheets and t

n obedient wife, I complied right away. I was never given a chance

that I could check on his mother at night as well. This was because Mia would be very exhausted after wo

e surprise. She was aware that my second wedding anniversary with Troy was tod

nfident that by the moment he got home, I would have finished prep

ssing, when all of a sudden, it started pulling up in front of me. When I saw Mia sitting in the passenger seat at t

e with a slight bump on my shoulder, and I somehow managed to avoid her a bit, because

me stemmed from the fact that she liked her brother for her best f

lders and then proceeded to tell the driver my a

fing around, and heat immediately crawled up my face, my cheeks redden

I wasn't able to change my clothes before I l

han create a mess in the taxi, and the smell did not even begin to reduce. I couldn't help but feel relieved that the driver ha

se, I hurriedly paid the driver, rushed out of the vehic

furrow in surprise. I recognized the pair of black shoes as my husband's, but the

be able to surprise Troy because he had already returned home. But the fact

ing in my hand and instead seized the doorknob and

he couch with his friend, the person who owned the silver heels. But the house wa

use when I padded towards the kitchen, Troy's suit was hanging on the chair, and his dress shirt was lying on the floor. I pi

as I walked my way down the corridors, I froze when I he

on my ears at that moment as I slowly approached the bedroom. M

question in my mind about what I was hearing. I felt my

the sight that was in front of me, and it hit me like a freight train. The sounds that I had never heard from him before---a horribl

as using our marital bed by having sex with someone else in between those she

ica. And she loved to wear heels. Stilettos, cut-outs, pumps,

. I thought he had already cho

f my mouth, not a cry, even though tears started to well up in my eyes. I felt a rising sensation

had been damaged by a strong explosion, which was comparable to a

. As for rejection, I have had enough of being rejected by people I belie

f to race away from the disgusting and horrible scene, but I couldn't move my feet. I couldn't wal

doing was shaking violently. My gaze was fixed to their bare,

hat other body I couldn't identify, because Troy was covering her face as he hovere

ndedly touched my hair and looked down at the stran

Ginger?

a's hair was