Cassie Jensen failed to warm Archer Bailey's heart for three years. As a wife, she lived a life worse than a mistress. She thought that the two of them would go on like this until another woman appeared. Cassie Jensen realized that she was nothing in Archer Bailey's eyes. But she never expected that this man would forcibly lock her into a mental hospital for the sake of his beloved woman. After experiencing all kinds of painful torture, Cassie Jensen finally broke down: "Archer Bailey, do you regret treating me like this..." "The word regret has never been in my book." The man's indifferent and unfeeling back made her lose her last bit of hope and was disheartened. Two years later, she became the Ms. White that everyone envied, aloof and extravagant. At the banquet, when she smiled at him with a familiar voice and an unfamiliar face, the man who had always been cold and heartless suddenly burst into tears. "Cassie, give me a chance to make up for you..." He grabbed the hem of her clothes tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, like the only light caught in the decaying darkness. "It's late." Pulling away the man's hand, she turned and left with a clean back, without a trace of nostalgia.
Dark night, heavy rain.
The sound of rapid brakes was sharp and piercing, and the sharp lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the pale face of the senior Mr. White outside the car: "Girl, be careful!"
With a 'bang', the car hit the rock wall and fell off the cliff.
Cassie Jensen woke up with a start.
Her face was pale, her pupils dilated, and the panic in her dream lingered in her mind for a long time...
Why is it this dream again?
Just as she was wondering, the sound of the door lock suddenly interrupted her thoughts.
It was her husband, Archer Bailey, who hadn't returned all night.
Cassie Jensen waited for him on the sofa last night. When she got off the ground, her knees gave way and she almost fell down. She managed to hold on to the handle of the sofa, but she saw the man, smelling of acrid alcohol, bypassing her and sitting on a farther place. on the chair.
He didn't even look at her, propped up his forehead with one hand, and began to close his eyes to rest.
Archer's appearance is extremely good, even if he is sitting, you can see his wide and narrow hips, with a top figure comparable to an international supermodel, coupled with his overly handsome mixed-race face like a sea god, and the background of the richest man in Philadelphia, once made Philadelphia All women follow suit.
But no one thought that this perfect man like Poseidon was actually married a long time ago, but as his wife, she maintained an shady relationship with him like a mistress.
Thinking of this, Cassie Jensen's eyes darkened.
After three years of hidden marriage, it turned out that she was still not used to this kind of cold violence, but seeing the slight fatigue between his brows, she had no choice but to suppress her grievances.
"It's getting late, I'll get you some water, you can go to bed early after you take a shower."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to turn around when she saw the man slowly opened his eyes. Those indifferent black eyes were not even half drunk: "Stop, I have something to tell you."
Cassie Jensen stopped in her tracks, turned her head to meet the man's dark eyes without any warmth at all, and suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.
"Molly Booth will be moving here the day after tomorrow, you pack up and go live outside." Sure enough, Huo Qihan's cold words came over, with the sense of an undeniable order.
Cassie Jensen is no stranger to the name Molly Booth.
A few days ago, Molly Booth made a high-profile announcement that Archer Bailey was her boyfriend at a charity gala. This hot search is still hanging on major online media.
Cassie Jensen suppressed her sourness, and said lightly, "I see, you want me to make room for the woman you like, right?"
Archer Bailey saw the faint resistance in her eyes, and immediately his eyes darkened: "You have to recognize your identity, and don't really think of yourself as Mrs. Bailey!"
Cassie Jensen suddenly wanted to laugh, and even got her marriage certificate, isn't she Mrs. Bailey?
Back then when she was desperate to treat her father's liver cancer, Archer Bailey appeared out of nowhere and gave her the money she needed on the condition that she marry him.
She didn't know the reason, but she couldn't refuse this opportunity to help her father.
But after receiving the certificate, she realized that this man's heart was cold.
Even so, Cassie Jensen wanted to push hard, "So... where are you going to let me, a pregnant woman with no family or reason?"
"Go to the hospital and destroy it." Huo Qihan said a few words indifferently.
There was no room for any relaxation in his attitude, Cassie Jensen forgot his horror for a moment, reflexively protected her stomach, and shook her head: "I don't want it!"
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In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.