The Wine Press

I received a pornographic video.
"Do you like this?"
The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts.
"Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response.
"You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!"
The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed.
I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella.
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“I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly.
He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!"
The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him.
"I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster.
He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table.
I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.

I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

"Sydney, are you okay? The doctor said…"


I tuned out and everything Lucas said fell on deaf ears. First, I felt the surface I laid on; it felt familiar. I recognized the shirt I had on; it was one of Lucas'.


Immediately I woke up, I had a quick replay of the last time I was awake. I remembered falling into Lucas' arms and falling unconscious as he screamed if I was okay. I had half expected that I would be in a hospital room but here I was, on the familiar feel of my bed and sheets.


Lucas' face was the last face I saw and now, his face was still the first image I opened my eyes to.


"Are you okay?" He reiterated and held my hands. His brows were furrowed and concern filled his eyes as they searched mine. He seemed to have gotten the hint that I wasn't listening to him.


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