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Amelia's honey hole was already wet and had become a swamp, and the penis outside it almost effortlessly, with a slight effort, half of the meat stick was inserted into Amelia's honey hole.


Amelia used to be Oliver's lover. She thought that by escaping Oliver's world, she could start a new life, but she ran into him again at an upscale club in New York. At this point, Amelia had a new boyfriend, Lucas, and Oliver's appearance shattered her peace.
What could she do? Run as far away from him as possible, or stay and try to resist him?

I watched my husband dote on his pregnant mistress while the doctor told me I had three months left to live.
For ten years, I lived like a ghost in his mansion—paying his bills, enduring his lies, carrying a marriage he never valued. He assumes I’ll never leave because he’s footing the cost of my mother’s cancer treatment.
He’s right. I do need the money.
But I refuse to spend the rest of my life watching him love another woman.
The divorce papers are on the table. And this time, I’m not pleading.
I’m choosing myself.

I got my diagnosis the same day his ex walked out of our bathroom in his bathrobe.
For three years, I wasn’t a wife. I was a placeholder.
With my time running out, something in me finally broke—clean and final.
I won’t spend what’s left dying for a man who never chose me.
This time, I choose myself.

After years of marriage, on the day I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, my husband and another woman's names spread across the entire city.
And I was just his wife who couldn't be seen in public.
When I saw them appear together as a couple once more, I couldn't take it anymore.
I want a divorce. From now on, I'm spending whatever time I have left on myself.

After years of marriage, I hid my true identity to live as the most ordinary housewife.
But my husband abandoned me for my half-sister.
I tossed the divorce papers at him, and that very night, I hit up a bar and ordered eight male escorts.
When I spotted my husband, I slapped his face with a defiant smirk. "You're just a washed-up old man—I deserve way better!"

After years of marriage, my husband and son never once treated me like I mattered.
In their eyes, there was only another woman.
When I heard them talking about abandoning me again, I finally hit my limit.
So I asked for a divorce.
From that day on, I lived for myself—and myself alone.