Reborn to Ruin My Cheating Husband
Language: en
I'm eight months pregnant as I push open the bedroom door. My husband Francis is rolling around on our marital bed with another woman. The floor is littered with torn clothes and used condoms. I rush forward like a madwoman, trying to pull them apart. Francis backhands me with a slap, sending me sprawling. He slowly puts on his bathrobe and looks down at me condescendingly. "Chloe, you're just a stand-in I bought with money. You really think you're Mrs. Carter? I'll fuck whoever I want. Make another scene and get the hell out." The woman on the bed walks over with a coquettish laugh…