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I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

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Chapter 1 One

Word Count: 1673    |    Released on: 10/10/2024

EY'S

a pornogr

u like

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

baby," the woman screamed

flipped her over, slapping her butto

around, swayed her butto

d. It was bad enough that my husband was having an affair, but w

having sex, my disgust growing stronger with each moment. Every

he grabbed her buttocks, thrust his penis deep i

together as they climaxed. They collapsed on t

e this in bed too?" Bella's

voice echoed. "I haven't even kissed

tisfied, hooking Mark's neck, leaning in to

ave of nausea and couldn't watch anymore. I an

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

e, everything was ready to celebrate the union of Bella and Mark. It was only minutes to the weddin

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

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

how it al

ms and aspirations were suddenly overshadowed by the harsh reality of my circumstances. It was like my life had been snatched away

is was how i

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 searchin

us reunion, no te

with something cl

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

ld at least have been pitied enough to be 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

ed. "He deserves better. And I'm

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

t still and let myself be dragged th

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

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

eral other things too many to count, all for three years. It happened so frequently it became a ritual, like a dance ing

ng into his room, treating me as usual, like

t a di

me, an incredulous

you talk

of wife anymore," I answe

, a congregation behind us and a preacher in front, I saw the calm look of restr

. How stupid and helpless I felt in that dress. How my parents smiled as if they'd not just pushed m

the bride," the

ely 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 much

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

tion. I hadn't attracted that so-called attention of his for ove

nted to do was argu

the divorce agreement," was all I

slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered absentmindedly on the doorknob before I pulled the w

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

iping quickly across the screen, I put

cing. Come

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“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.”