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After six years of matrimony, Lester grew weary of me—his compliant, saintly "first love." He became captivated by the hot-headed proprietor of a wok-fried food booth in a dining plaza.
"She's spirited, lively, and brimming with energy—traits you lack," he once remarked to me.
They embraced fervently in the subdued lighting of her cramped cooking space.
Eventually, Lester departed from our union empty-handed, only to learn that the woman who had stolen his heart had three offspring—each with a different partner. This revelation left him shattered.

Sizzling Betrayal, My Husband's Wok-Fired Affair

Samantha quickly took hold of her son's hand, feigning anger. "How dare you talk to a visitor that way? Oh dear, you're bleeding! The broken china must have cut you!"


The youngster noticed the red on his hand and began to cry loudly. "Mean lady! Mean lady!"


Lester charged at me, his expression furious. "Amelia, if you've got an issue, take it out on me. Why harm an innocent child?"


I seized his shirt and struck his face repeatedly. Lester stood there, shocked and unresponsive. I then turned to Samantha and hit her so forcefully she fell to the ground.


The sobbing child ran to Samantha, but I sharply pinched his bottom, causing him to yell even more.


Flexing my fingers, I casually remarked, "Their skin is so tough it hurts to hit them."


Danica came forward and gently massaged my hand. "Darling, use a rod next time—it'll be easier on you."


Feeling mistreated, I phoned Enzo. "Enzo, I've been picked on! My outfit is ruined—come get me."


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