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Entre Fortaleza y Pasión
By: Webfic RománticaRecibí un video pornográfico."¿Te gusta este?"El hombre que habla en el vídeo es mi marido, Mark, a quien no veo desde hace varios meses. Está desnudo, con la camisa y los pantalones esparcidos por el suelo, empujando con fuerza a una mujer cuyo rostro no puedo ver, sus pechos regordetes y redondos rebotan vigorosamente. Puedo escuchar claramente los sonidos de las bofetadas en el video, mezclados con gemidos y gruñidos lujuriosos."Sí, sí, fóllame fuerte, cariño", grita extasiada la mujer en respuesta."¡Niña traviesa!" Mark se levanta y le da la vuelta, dándole una palmada en las nalgas mientras habla. "¡Levanta el culo!"La mujer se ríe, se da vuelta, balancea las nalgas y se arrodilla en la cama.Siento como si alguien me hubiera echado un balde de agua helada en la cabeza. Ya es bastante malo que mi marido esté teniendo una aventura, pero lo peor es que la otra mujer es mi propia hermana, Bella.************************************************** ************************************************** **********************"Quiero divorciarme, Mark", me repetí por si no me escuchó la primera vez, aunque sabía que me había escuchado claramente.Me miró fijamente con el ceño fruncido antes de responder fríamente: "¡No depende de ti! Estoy muy ocupado, ¡no pierdas el tiempo con temas tan aburridos ni trates de atraer mi atención!"Lo último que iba a hacer era discutir o discutir con él."Haré que el abogado le envíe el acuerdo de divorcio", fue todo lo que dije, con la mayor calma que pude.Ni siquiera dijo una palabra más después de eso y simplemente atravesó la puerta frente a la que había estado parado, cerrándola con fuerza detrás de él. Mis ojos se detuvieron un poco distraídamente en el pomo de la puerta antes de quitarme el anillo de bodas de mi dedo y colocarlo sobre la mesa.Agarré mi maleta, en la que ya había empacado mis cosas y salí de la casa.
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Fake Divorce, Real Regret
By: Webfic all30 years after our marriage, Jeffery Ford's company goes bankrupt. The first thing he does is to ask me for a divorce. I don't want to divorce him, so I start taking on a few jobs.I work day and night for months, even collecting trash from the streets to sell it for money. I do everything to help him pay off his debt.Even when I end up in the hospital from overwork, I refuse to spend a single cent on myself. This goes on until the day a billionaire reserves the whole restaurant I work at for his marriage proposal.I'm all sweaty from work, and not wanting the customer to be disgusted by my dirty appearance, I watch the whole thing backstage.But when I look up, I see Jeffery on one knee, proposing to his stepsister, Jessica Ford, with a gigantic diamond ring worth three million dollars. Right beside them are the children and grandchildren I raised, happily giving them their blessings."Aunt Jessica worked so hard. To be with Dad, she pretended that she only had one month left to live because of cancer. Only then did he finally bring himself to propose to her.""Only someone like Aunt Jessica could match up to someone like our dad. A plain housewife like our mom is only good in the kitchen. I'm too ashamed to admit that I know her in public.""Not only is Grandaunt Jessica pretty, but she also has a promising career. All Grandma does is sit around at home all day. We don't want Grandma anymore. We want Grandaunt Jessica to be our grandmother!"It turns out that Jeffery lied about going bankrupt. He just wants to dump me to elope with his first love.Everything I've done for our family is a joke. Disappointed, I call someone I haven't contacted in 30 years."Do you still remember your promise to travel the world with me 30 years ago?"
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Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love
By: Webfic all"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..." In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm. Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers. Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?" The city explodes with gossip. Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power— what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago. His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat, to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry. Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms. Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan, down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test. Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?" Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears, then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger. "Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say..." "Say what?" He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet."
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