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Sandy spun toward me, her voice all sharp edges. "Kyle, I saw this designer bag today. Five grand. You're buying it for me, or you'll regret it.""Have you lost it, Sandy?" At this point, I stopped accommodating her.She wanted a divorce? Fine. I'd hand it to her gift-wrapped."Sandy," I said, "I already gave you a thousand bucks this month. Where am I supposed to find more? The company's barely hanging on. I could get laid off any day now. You really think I've got cash lying around for every shiny thing you see? What's wrong with the bag you already have? It's still perfectly fine"It was the first time I'd ever raised my voice."Kyle, are you even a man? It's one bag. You can't afford it, or are you just too cheap?""Because I can't afford it!" I snapped. "Do you have any idea how hard I work? I'm out there busting my back every day while you sit here doing nothing. Can't you, just once, try to understand what I'm dealing with?"I was done holding back.Sandy laughed coldly.
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"Give me one day, and I'll take care of him," Fay promised before hanging up.I sent her everything I had on Peter's betrayal.By the next day, Fay wrapped up her divorce and walked away with half of Peter's company.That evening, she called me."Kyle, thank you. Without you, I wouldn't have gotten so much in the settlement," Fay said. "To show my gratitude, I've decided to give you the villa."The villa? The one worth millions? She was just... handing it over?"Are you serious?" I asked, still processing."Completely," she replied. "Where are you? I'll come pick you up and take you there now."A little while later, I was in her luxury car as we drove to the villa.The second I opened the door, I spotted Sandy sprawled on the couch, sipping red wine. She froze when she saw me, her expression flipping between shock and her usual disdain."What are you doing here? Do you even belong in a place like this?" she sneered. Then she smirked, like she'd figured it all out. "Oh, I get
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Half an hour later, I exhaled slowly, feeling like a year's worth of stress had melted away. In that moment, Fay's love felt real—deep, unshakable. We decided to get married next month.Two days later, unexpectedly, Sandy showed up at my door.Turns out, after Fay's call, Peter started questioning if the child was really his. He got a paternity test, and sure enough, the kid wasn't.Furious over the betrayal and all the time, money, and effort he'd wasted, Peter snapped. He beat Sandy in a rage, leaving her bruised and broken.When I saw her again, her face and arms were covered in dark, angry marks. It was obvious—they were from him.I sighed. People who bring disaster on themselves can't expect anyone else to save them.The same woman who once chased after wealth so desperately now stood before me, battered and pathetic.For a second, I felt a flicker of pity. But it passed. She'd earned this. Who'd want someone like her now?"Kyle, I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice shakin
A Wife’s Bitter Betrayal Chapter 1
Since giving birth, my wife Sandy Wore had this glow—she looked more stunning than ever.That night, when I got home from work, she was stretched out on the couch in a white romper that clung to her curves. She wasn't even trying, but the sight of her hit me hard.I sat next to her, careful, slow. But she knew what I was thinking before I said a word. Her eyes flicked to mine, catching the heat there, and she sighed."Not tonight, honey. I'm too tired." There was a hint of impatience in her tone as she yawned.It'd been like this for months. When she was pregnant, she said we couldn't risk hurting the baby. I waited, figuring things would go back to normal after the birth. They didn't. Now it was postpartum issues, or she was too tired, or whatever new excuse she came up with.The constant rejection stung, and yeah, I started wondering if she just didn't feel anything for me anymore.She didn't breastfeed the baby either. Claimed she couldn't produce milk, but I noticed her chest
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By the next morning, I could barely keep my eyes open. I'd spent all night obsessing over how to figure out who Sandy was video chatting with.At work, my boss, Peter Clayman, looked just as wrecked. During the morning meeting, he seemed distracted and drained.At the end of the day, while I was packing up, Peter called me over."Kyle," he said, clapping me on the shoulder. "The company's swamped right now. How about putting in some extra hours? Work hard, and maybe we'll make you Employee of the Year."He'd been dangling that title in front of me forever. Sure, I'd won it a few times, but not once had it come with a bonus.In my head, I cursed him and everyone in his family tree. Out loud? I nodded and stayed to work overtime. When the boss tells you to stay, you stay.As soon as Peter's car left the lot, I smirked.What was supposed to take two hours? Done in ten minutes. I clocked out and headed home.When I got there, something felt off. Sandy wasn't home. It was late—where
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The baby's cries cut through the room.Really, Sandy? Ignoring your kid to chase your next thrill? Unbelievable.And Peter? The guy I'd busted my back for, building his empire while losing pieces of myself? Now chilling in my house, eating my food, sleeping with my wife. Unreal.My chest tightened, the anger simmering just below boiling.After finishing his meal, Peter leaned back, smirking. "Babe, isn't it time to feed the baby"I froze. The way he said it—like the baby was his.Sandy giggled. "Ugh, the struggle of being a woman. First, feed the man, then the baby. Where's my medal?"Peter chuckled. "So, Kyle still doesn't know about the baby?""Of course not!" Sandy laughed. "And if he did, what could he even do? Divorce me? Please. I'd just marry you."Her words hit like a slap. The baby was not even mine? I'd been busting my butt for them this whole time?Sandy must've noticed Peter wasn't gloating anymore. "What's with the silence?" she asked. "Don't tell me you don't wa
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"What's with the hesitation? You're one of the company's top contributors. Pouring you a cup of tea isn't a big deal. And stop calling me Mrs. Clayman—just call me Fay," she said, her voice smooth and warm.When she handed me the cup, her delicate fingers brushing the edge, my heart stumbled.I hadn't realized just how stunning she was—elegance and beauty seemed to flow from her effortlessly.Later, I found myself sitting in the buttery-soft leather of her luxury car as she drove us to one of the swankiest hotels in the city."Kyle, is there something you want to tell me?" Fay asked, her voice low but direct as we settled into a private dining room. "At the office, you seemed... hesitant. It's just us now. Whatever it is, just say it.""Fay, I..." The words jammed in my throat.I wanted to tell her everything, to blow Peter's cover wide open. But looking at her—so poised, so kind—I couldn't do it. Not like this."Is it about Peter?" she asked, her eyes locked on mine.I nodded,
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Half an hour later, I exhaled slowly, feeling like a year's worth of stress had melted away. In that moment, Fay's love felt real—deep, unshakable. We decided to get married next month.Two days later, unexpectedly, Sandy showed up at my door.Turns out, after Fay's call, Peter started questioning if the child was really his. He got a paternity test, and sure enough, the kid wasn't.Furious over the betrayal and all the time, money, and effort he'd wasted, Peter snapped. He beat Sandy in a rage, leaving her bruised and broken.When I saw her again, her face and arms were covered in dark, angry marks. It was obvious—they were from him.I sighed. People who bring disaster on themselves can't expect anyone else to save them.The same woman who once chased after wealth so desperately now stood before me, battered and pathetic.For a second, I felt a flicker of pity. But it passed. She'd earned this. Who'd want someone like her now?"Kyle, I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice shakin
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"Give me one day, and I'll take care of him," Fay promised before hanging up.I sent her everything I had on Peter's betrayal.By the next day, Fay wrapped up her divorce and walked away with half of Peter's company.That evening, she called me."Kyle, thank you. Without you, I wouldn't have gotten so much in the settlement," Fay said. "To show my gratitude, I've decided to give you the villa."The villa? The one worth millions? She was just... handing it over?"Are you serious?" I asked, still processing."Completely," she replied. "Where are you? I'll come pick you up and take you there now."A little while later, I was in her luxury car as we drove to the villa.The second I opened the door, I spotted Sandy sprawled on the couch, sipping red wine. She froze when she saw me, her expression flipping between shock and her usual disdain."What are you doing here? Do you even belong in a place like this?" she sneered. Then she smirked, like she'd figured it all out. "Oh, I get
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Sandy spun toward me, her voice all sharp edges. "Kyle, I saw this designer bag today. Five grand. You're buying it for me, or you'll regret it.""Have you lost it, Sandy?" At this point, I stopped accommodating her.She wanted a divorce? Fine. I'd hand it to her gift-wrapped."Sandy," I said, "I already gave you a thousand bucks this month. Where am I supposed to find more? The company's barely hanging on. I could get laid off any day now. You really think I've got cash lying around for every shiny thing you see? What's wrong with the bag you already have? It's still perfectly fine"It was the first time I'd ever raised my voice."Kyle, are you even a man? It's one bag. You can't afford it, or are you just too cheap?""Because I can't afford it!" I snapped. "Do you have any idea how hard I work? I'm out there busting my back every day while you sit here doing nothing. Can't you, just once, try to understand what I'm dealing with?"I was done holding back.Sandy laughed coldly.
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When I checked, it was six o'clock. We usually ate around eight, and my alarm wasn't set to go off until seven. But whatever—I got up, shuffled to the kitchen, and whipped up breakfast like I always did.Sandy sat down, took one bite, and spat it out dramatically."Kyle, do you even know how to cook? This tastes worse than garbage! Are you trying to piss me off? Ugh, forget it—you eat this. I'm going out for something decent."I knew exactly what Sandy was doing. She was picking fights to justify divorcing me for that villa. But she couldn't just come out and say it—this was her way of fanning the flames. Three days. That's all she needed before she'd file for divorce.This was just day one. She wasn't desperate yet.As she stormed out, I quietly followed her at a distance.She bought a burger from a street vendor, scarfing it down while glancing around nervously, like she didn't want to be seen. The caution only confirmed my suspicions.A few minutes later, she flagged down a t
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"What's with the hesitation? You're one of the company's top contributors. Pouring you a cup of tea isn't a big deal. And stop calling me Mrs. Clayman—just call me Fay," she said, her voice smooth and warm.When she handed me the cup, her delicate fingers brushing the edge, my heart stumbled.I hadn't realized just how stunning she was—elegance and beauty seemed to flow from her effortlessly.Later, I found myself sitting in the buttery-soft leather of her luxury car as she drove us to one of the swankiest hotels in the city."Kyle, is there something you want to tell me?" Fay asked, her voice low but direct as we settled into a private dining room. "At the office, you seemed... hesitant. It's just us now. Whatever it is, just say it.""Fay, I..." The words jammed in my throat.I wanted to tell her everything, to blow Peter's cover wide open. But looking at her—so poised, so kind—I couldn't do it. Not like this."Is it about Peter?" she asked, her eyes locked on mine.I nodded,
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The baby's cries cut through the room.Really, Sandy? Ignoring your kid to chase your next thrill? Unbelievable.And Peter? The guy I'd busted my back for, building his empire while losing pieces of myself? Now chilling in my house, eating my food, sleeping with my wife. Unreal.My chest tightened, the anger simmering just below boiling.After finishing his meal, Peter leaned back, smirking. "Babe, isn't it time to feed the baby"I froze. The way he said it—like the baby was his.Sandy giggled. "Ugh, the struggle of being a woman. First, feed the man, then the baby. Where's my medal?"Peter chuckled. "So, Kyle still doesn't know about the baby?""Of course not!" Sandy laughed. "And if he did, what could he even do? Divorce me? Please. I'd just marry you."Her words hit like a slap. The baby was not even mine? I'd been busting my butt for them this whole time?Sandy must've noticed Peter wasn't gloating anymore. "What's with the silence?" she asked. "Don't tell me you don't wa
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By the next morning, I could barely keep my eyes open. I'd spent all night obsessing over how to figure out who Sandy was video chatting with.At work, my boss, Peter Clayman, looked just as wrecked. During the morning meeting, he seemed distracted and drained.At the end of the day, while I was packing up, Peter called me over."Kyle," he said, clapping me on the shoulder. "The company's swamped right now. How about putting in some extra hours? Work hard, and maybe we'll make you Employee of the Year."He'd been dangling that title in front of me forever. Sure, I'd won it a few times, but not once had it come with a bonus.In my head, I cursed him and everyone in his family tree. Out loud? I nodded and stayed to work overtime. When the boss tells you to stay, you stay.As soon as Peter's car left the lot, I smirked.What was supposed to take two hours? Done in ten minutes. I clocked out and headed home.When I got there, something felt off. Sandy wasn't home. It was late—where
A Wife’s Bitter Betrayal Chapter 1
Since giving birth, my wife Sandy Wore had this glow—she looked more stunning than ever.That night, when I got home from work, she was stretched out on the couch in a white romper that clung to her curves. She wasn't even trying, but the sight of her hit me hard.I sat next to her, careful, slow. But she knew what I was thinking before I said a word. Her eyes flicked to mine, catching the heat there, and she sighed."Not tonight, honey. I'm too tired." There was a hint of impatience in her tone as she yawned.It'd been like this for months. When she was pregnant, she said we couldn't risk hurting the baby. I waited, figuring things would go back to normal after the birth. They didn't. Now it was postpartum issues, or she was too tired, or whatever new excuse she came up with.The constant rejection stung, and yeah, I started wondering if she just didn't feel anything for me anymore.She didn't breastfeed the baby either. Claimed she couldn't produce milk, but I noticed her chest
