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Three years married to Henry Smith, and he's never stayed the night at home.  He won't even let me get pregnant with his child.  So I turned to a bar, found myself a younger guy, and played a game of truth or dare.  He went crazy with jealousy...  1 Married to Henry Smith for three years, every time we fulfilled our marital duties, he always finished hastily.  He wouldn't give even a moment of tenderness in the bedroom.  I lay battered on the bed, watching his cold silhouette as he restored his impeccable appearance, ready to leave the bedroom once

Igniting His Jealousy

This time, it was my turn to remain silent, not responding to messages.


Late into the night, he returned home reeking of alcohol.


As soon as he entered the room, he gripped my chin, biting and gnawing.


As if punishing me, his eyes blazed crimson: "I'm dispensable to you, aren't I, Estrella."


I responded coldly: "Are you trying to be funny, Henry Smith? Who's really the dispensable one here? Don't get it twisted."


He stopped arguing and forcefully pried open my lips, tearing my nightgown.


"Don't touch me, Henry Smith!" I decided to resist for once.


He pinned my wrists down, his chest burning hot: "If I can't touch you, who can? You think those flashy boys out there genuinely care about you? They just want to use you!"


"And how are you any different? Aren't you just using me too?" My eyes stung with unshed tears.


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