The Perfect Betrayal
Language: en
Me and my husband both cheated. He is real, I am also real. Only he was active, I was passive. On the night he and the Innocent Flower were exposed, he got me drunk, stripped me naked and sent me to a stranger's bed, posed in various humiliating positions, just to take photos of my infidelity. Our cheating photos were exposed one after another. Thereby offsetting public criticism of the Innocent Flower. A huge sense of nausea pressed me to retch violently, red marks all over my body, didn't know how much that stranger touched me, used what method... Husband saw my face full of…