Seven Years for Nothing
My husband threw me into the crocodile pit to help his childhood sweetheart, who was a KOL, gain popularity.
To make the live stream more realistic, he personally tossed bait at me.
“Have you not eaten? My grandma can run faster than you!”
He watched as I bled from my abdomen, believing I was just pretending to be pitiful.
When I asked for a divorce, he kicked me to the ground.
“Since you love pretending to be pitiful to ask for a divorce, why didn’t you just let the crocodile kill you?”
I handed him a medical report. “My child died because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”
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