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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

I shoved him aside, my face contorted with contempt. "You've gotten fat. Your stomach's flabby, you've lost your abs, and your face is always oily. Your eyes look smaller too. I'm not attracted to you anymore. I can't continue this."


He was utterly shocked. His face turned bright red with anger and embarrassment. "Amelia, you superficial woman! I should have known—you were only interested in my appearance back then!"


"What else could it have been? Your personality? Your wealth?" I threw him a scornful look.


From that point on, I refused any physical contact with him. I stopped preparing his healthy meals, ceased doing his laundry, and spent my evenings out with Enzo until late. It turns out, socializing with younger people broadens your horizons—I had no idea our city had so many exciting places I'd never been to.


Whenever Lester tried to argue, I dismissed him with icy sarcasm. When he attempted to win me over with an embrace, I'd pinch my nose and complain about his odor.


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