Revenge Against the Player

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rget about Clayton, he reapp

ck in a conversation with my boss, unable to get away, Clayton stepped in, shiel

u hit me?" My boss snarled, callin

led. "Do you want to take this to the police?

n't handle Clayton, turned

t, throwing the words I had been wanting to say for

me another chance," Clayton said, pulling me into his car. "

, feeling a wave of sympathy

amond ring from his pock

with emotion

y accepted our marriage. Clayton's family, with a bit of influence, was eager to get things moving. They figu

would be a rare gem, but I was wrong

, saying he had finally been brought down by money, and I realized that he was marrying me simply because his father had cut off h

hing blow. Suddenly, I didn't

ather-in-law, found out, they

r the wedding, and my parents urged me to give him one m

s a series of bumps and falls. Clayton would get money from me and then disappe

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the sake of my parents and the baby, I agreed to move in with Clayton, but m

He began coming up with all sorts of excuses to ask for money, trying to sneak away. "Babe, my friend's getting married and I want to buy him

ld have believed his lies. But

out how to spot signs of a cheating husband, and I wa

t with no job and no family wealth like his, I wouldn't stand much of a chance in a legal battle. Even if the child wa

the account was under my name, not his. Then, while he was asleep, I se

Clayton left the house, it showed th

ging out with his friends. He was sitting with a girl in a straples

was the same one who had been at our weddin

eemed like after he'd paid her off, he ha