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!

Grandma Doris smiled at Mark and mouthed, "Thank you."


Mark nodded, tight lipped. Then Grandma turned to me, "Where is Lucas? Did he come with you?"


"Yes," I answered quickly. I know Lucas was itching to see her too. "He's waiting outside."


"Let him in, I would like to see him too," Doris croaked out weakly.


I rose to my feet and walked to the door. I opened the door and stuck my head out like I had done when I came to call Mark. His elbows rested on his knee and his head was in his hands. I wonder what he's thinking?


"Hey babe," I called softly and he sprang up from his position.


"Hey," he said breathlessly and rushed to the door. "How's she?"


"Well," I shrughged slightly, "She's still hanging in there." Then I relayed Grandma's message, "She wants to see you."


Lucas raised his brows and his mouth formed an O as if he hadn't expected to also be called in.


Chapter 72 Chapter Seventy Two