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But what she said next made my blood boil. “can't you see what happened in this room? your husband took advantage of my daughter and still you are here standing as if nothing wrong had happened in this room. I am sure that people like you never waiver because of these incidents. You will still be with Karan even after he cheated on you again and again. And why not he is not handsome but is the youngest billionaire. Why would a girl like you let him go from your grip how dare she say something like this about my wife?

Alonzo who told me he had sent My husband to see the physiotherapist. I hurried to his office and I was horrified by the images I was subjected to. The therapist was a beautiful blond woman on her knees, my husband’s dick in her hands. “Well well well, look who finally decided to join us, nice of you to make a grand entrance” he paused. The doctor quickly got up from the floor gracefully and smiled at me, she extended her hand to me. “Doctor Olga Meet my cheating wife,” he started before pointing at me, “she ruined my dick!”

"Maybe this answer sounds too strange, but it really is the only answer. "I was attacked, insulted, and nearly driven to death because I bought my son that tie. "But more importantly, while I was investigating the truth, I stumbled onto something else. "My husband, whom I’ve been with for fifteen years, ten of which we were married for, has been cheating on me since the beginning of our marriage." The comment section exploded. [Wait, what kind of plot twist is this?] [Can you stop dodging the question? What does this have to do with everyone hating you?]

Involuntarily, I tried to dodge him, especially when I saw the glaring red lipstick mark left by Hayley on his face that stirred up my anger. Struggling to break free from him, but to no avail. My struggles only ended up making his hold tighter, his cigar-flavored breath in proximity. I suddenly felt so pathetic. When other wives caught their husbands cheating, they would beat the hell out of the cheating couple. But me, I couldn't do anything to my husband and that cheap woman. "Let me go, jerk!" "Honey, calm down, I have something to say." "I don't want to hear it, this is between the two of you."

I never got it. In just three years of being married to Bruce, he became a monster, he abused me, physically and emotionally while he cheated on me multiple times with my twin sister. Ella got reign over me, she became everything I ever was and more. She took my company, my parents gave it to her. I was married now and my husband had it all, they said. Ironic, right? And don't even get me started on my 'anonymous secret boyfriend' Bryan, who turned out to be fraud and was actually hired by my husband to dupe me into divorcing him so he could be with the love of his life.

Cooper inquired, raising a brow. “Bella has been married before, and she has a child,” he revealed A frown appeared on his mother’s face as she narrowed her gaze at him. She didn’t immediately judge even though she didn’t already like with the story was going. “What happened? Why did her marriage crash?” “Infidelity,” Richard answered. “He cheated on Bella with his colleague and got the woman pregnant. He refused to end things with his mistress, so Bella had to file for divorce.” Mrs. Cooper shook her head. “What a bastard!” She seemed angered on Bella’s behalf for the kind of husband she married.

I was slow by nature, always a beat behind in matters of love. It was Julian who loved me, who took me exactly as I was, who married me against everyone's objections. I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Until the fifth year of our marriage, when I stumbled onto the secret between Julian and my sister. They'd been carrying on behind my back for a long time. They'd even had the gall to make a baby together. He ruffled my hair, gentle as ever, his voice soft and doting. "I've fallen for your sister. The same way I once fell for you." "You could be generous about it. Accept her. Accept us." Every drop of blood in me seemed to freeze, and the tears wouldn't stop. I didn't scream. I didn't fall apart. I just shut the door and walked away. But Julian was the one who lost his mind. Six months later, when I still assumed the two of them were long since married with a baby, he was the one crying, begging me not to leave, like a dog begging for scraps.

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

My stomach churned as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling like a lifetime. When I reached the door, it was slightly ajar. I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, my husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman. I didn’t cry. Or do nothing. I just stood there, frozen, as the reality of my marriage hit me like a brick wall. For years, I had tried. I had been the perfect wife, the forgiving wife, the wife who looked the other way. But this? This was the final straw.

The day I find out I'm pregnant, I also discover my husband is cheating on me. To think that Brock Emerson, a celebrated OB-GYN, is sleeping with his own protegee, Wendy Blair! I strip Wendy's clothes off in front of the entire hospital, humiliating her for everyone to see. After that, the staff group chat turns into a daily betting pool on whether I'll show up to cause another scene. When Brock pulls me off the balcony railing yet again, he drops to his knees. "I've already had Wendy transferred. What happened that day was just an accident. You're all I care about." I give Brock two choices—either he sends Wendy to prison, or he signs the divorce papers. He personally submits evidence of Wendy's medical malpractice and chooses to stay. From then on, every year on the anniversary, I visit Wendy in prison to ease my grief over losing my child. On one of those visits, as I sign the log on my way out, I overhear two janitors talking. "That poor woman still hasn't figured out it's not really Wendy in there. It's just some actress they hired as a look-alike." "Dr. Emerson was scared she'd lose it again and hurt Dr. Blair, so he paid to build a whole fake prison wing just to keep her fooled. He and Dr. Blair are the real thing." "I heard their baby turned one today, and the whole family's celebrating together. They couldn't be happier." My blood runs cold. I can't believe what I'm hearing. The whole time I think we're starting fresh, Brock already has another family.

If the Fords had found out the pregnancy was unstable, they would only have pressured Bruce to divorce her sooner. Lydia had certainly made her feelings clear over the years. “What good is a wife who can’t even give her husband a child?” That was one of the reasons Charlotte had fought so desperately to keep this baby. Before Charlotte could say anything, Chloe’s expression darkened. “Bruce is such an asshole. If he already had a kid with someone else before he married you, why did he marry you at all? He completely screwed you over.” So the Ford family already knew about Xena and Kiki.

“I don’t think I can handle being around people tonight.” “You’re not in the mood? That's new.” Madison echoed, disbelief thick in her tone. “Okay. What happened? Bitch, you better start talking.” “My husband cheated,” I said plainly. “With my sister. I walked in on them having the most awful kind of sex.”

“If you can have a mistress… oh wait, sorry, a girlfriend since you initiated the open marriage, why can’t I have a boyfriend?” “Because you’re my wife!” he shouted, face red, hand slamming the table so hard the cutlery jumped. “And you’re my husband, Graham. My husband!” My voice cracked with fury. “But you’ve been cheating on me for years with your so-called cousin, only to use my inability to give you a child as an excuse to bring her into our home and humiliate me.” Lillian pushed back her chair with a screech, standing. “That’s enough! I’m not staying here to be insulted…”

“He’s lying. He was my husband, and now he has an affair baby with Celine Jones. I’ll swear on every word in court.” There was an uproar. Jonas panicked, explaining in disbelief, “Sorry, everyone. Her condition is acting up again! She developed schizophrenia after we broke up.” He even took out a medical report. It was not a bad plan, accusing me of mental illness so everyone would disregard what I said. He then ordered his bodyguards to gag me and drag me away. That was just what the world was like. Only the strong had the right to speak. He came prepared… but I was not going to lose.

"Oh, she did. She did. I involved my family and told my wife, Bethany, that I had a business trip to last a few days. In those times, I got married and had my honeymoon. So, then I returned home." "Wow. What's the other woman's name?" "Alexa. Alexa Muller? Mallet? Can't remember the last one but it's in that line of word." "So, bro with the large d, what did your first wife do when she found you in bed, pounding away another woman?" It's the truth but the way that he words it irks Charles but he keeps his cool and just takes a little beer. "Well, of course she was hurt and demanded a divorce which of course, I was not planning on giving her."

The room became silent for a moment. Slap! I wasn’t saved, but was slapped again by Lily. “So, if you’re Mr. Gates’s wife. Then who am I? “Moreover, I’ve worked for Mr. Gates for five years and have known him for ten years. I’ve never heard of him being married. “How dare you deceive me, you shameless bitch?” I spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to explain. “We’re childhood sweethearts. I’m really his wife.”

Just as she was about to explode in anger, Tristan quickly softened his voice to comfort her. “Fifi, you’re still recovering from postpartum. You shouldn’t get worked up.” He was emboldened by his coworkers closely surrounding him. He took a deep breath and asserted himself. “Stop this nonsense! My only wife is Fifi.” His eyes were filled with utter disgust. “You couldn’t get me to love you back after chasing me for five years, and now you resort to slander and revenge? That’s just sick.” I had long prepared the evidence of his affair. I scoffed and threw our marriage certificate at his face.

We both knew, we didn't marry each other out of love. Like any other conglomerate marriage, fidelity isn't part of the deal. If there is any loyalty left in us, it belongs solely to our family business. I had intentionally inserted a clause regarding the transfer of shares in the event of adultery. If Damian Lee cheated, half of his RQL Group shares would be transferred to me. And of course, the same applied to me if I cheated too, but that wouldn’t even happen. I thought it would be easy to wait for him to slip up. I mean, he’s Damian Lee. The people at the club would think he would get another girl on day one.

"He struggled. I found out he used to... jerk off to male p**n." My mind reeled. The entire foundation of my fury, the thing I thought had happened to my sister, was a lie I had told myself. "Wait.... I don't.....'' "He was not having an affair although what he was doing did sort of count as cheating. Nobody wants to be married to someone for so long only to find out that their husband is attracted to men'' She laughed and shook her head, ''Didn't make that shit hurt any less I'll tell you that much''

John asked. I saw Taylor’s jaw clenched and his face turned even darker. I can read it clearly from his expression, he don’t want me to utter another word. I smirked at him and walked to face his family. “My husband here cheated on me with his business partner. A girl, yes, and that girl is shoving a huge fucking dildo in my husband’s butt-hole! Now tell me again to forgive this bastard and move on from this problem.” They all went paled. I don’t know what Taylor looks like since he was standing quietly behind me.