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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

Danica scoffed, "What an eyesore. I'm glad you left him. I can't bear the thought of my younger sister being involved with someone like that."


Playing along, I responded, "You're right, sis. I'll take your advice from now on."


Pleased, she grinned. "In that case, I have something for you."


She made a phone call, and shortly after, Lester's phone rang. He jumped up abruptly after answering.


Danica reclined lazily and said, "It's winter now. It's about time Lester and Samantha, with her three children, went out to enjoy the snow on the streets."


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