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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

Witnessing his absurd outburst, I chose not to engage. Instead, I retrieved my device and displayed the brief video of his little "act."


Lester stood motionless, then erupted in fury, his jaw tight. "Amelia, you've been secretly observing me?! You were aware all along about the house purchase, about Samantha and her children residing there. You've been monitoring us like some perverse stalker! You're utterly cruel!"


"Joint property," I replied, stifling a yawn. "I was well within my rights to inspect it. Besides, there wasn't much of interest to observe."


I stretched leisurely, feigning disinterest. "Oh, and before our wedding, Danica assisted me in obtaining a prenuptial agreement. This residence and all my other possessions are exclusively mine. Given that you're the one at fault, and I have incontrovertible proof, you'll lose regardless of how fiercely you contest in court."


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