Vengeful Tycoon Ex
366 Views · Ongoing · J.D. Pierce
A rainy night. My husband's hands roamed over my body, groping and kneading without mercy. Moans mingled with the sound of clothes being peeled away, filling the car.
One hand still pressed against my chest. The other shoved a filthy photo in my face—bodies tangled, unmistakable.
Before I could even process what I was seeing, he threw me out onto the road.
"You should pay for what you've done!"
I clutched my pregnant belly, standing in the downpour, unable to accept that he'd just abandoned me in the rain-soaked darkness.
I walked through the night. Every step. Every mile.
When I finally made it home at dawn, the woman from that photo was sitting on our couch.
And suddenly, everything that happened last night made perfect sense.
One hand still pressed against my chest. The other shoved a filthy photo in my face—bodies tangled, unmistakable.
Before I could even process what I was seeing, he threw me out onto the road.
"You should pay for what you've done!"
I clutched my pregnant belly, standing in the downpour, unable to accept that he'd just abandoned me in the rain-soaked darkness.
I walked through the night. Every step. Every mile.
When I finally made it home at dawn, the woman from that photo was sitting on our couch.
And suddenly, everything that happened last night made perfect sense.



















