ELEANOR’S POV:If anyone had told me that after the funeral, I would still have tears to cry, I would have never believed it, but I did. As they streamed down my cheeks, I found my words going back down my throat as I staggered.“Fuck. Elle.” Roberto gasped, still buried inches deep in his secretary, who was on all fours.I didn’t have any words. Even if I did, would I waste them on him? Definitely not.Wiping my tears, I rushed downstairs, almost slipping as I grabbed my bag. I was done. With this marriage, Roberto, everything that caused me pain, in fact.“Elle, wait!” He caught up with me as he held on to my hand, his manhood dangling between his legs, and guess what? It looked perfect.“It was all a lie, wasn’t it? Your condition—” My voice cracked as I threw him the tablecloth, letting him cover up with it as he dripped cum over the place. “What did you expect, Elle? Did you really think it was real? I’m a man, Eleanor, and even if it were real, I’d have had it treated before ge
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