Flora chose to remain silent when she found out her husband was playing with her secretary, Rebecca. She didn't take it seriously at first. She was sure it was just a temporary game. But everything was debunked when her husband chose to be with Rebecca. Flora did not expect two children from their marriage, Reynard and Keyla. Didn't make Demian end the momentary relationship. Rebecca who had nothing to lose, she planned to drain all of Demian's assets, Flora's husband. Unfortunately, their plan has been read by Flora. Instead of getting treasure. Demian and Rebecca were dumped by Flora. The woman decided to get a divorce and start a new life. Flora thought her life would be fine. However, the problem swelled when her two children missed their father. Both turned into personalities Flora didn't recognize. Being an independent woman is Flora's dream. She is still trying hard to repair her slowly crumbling household. Thankfully, all her efforts are successful. Her family life is fine, even though Demian and Rebecca are married. Rey and Key are grateful that their parents are getting along again despite having their own families. Seeing their father happy with his new life makes Key and Rey hope that Amam can also feel the same happiness. Both children persuade Flora to remarry someone of their choice. Unfortunately, Flora is still traumatized. Can Flora move on and continue her life, married to the man of Rey and Key's choice?
Flora looked at her reflection in the mirror, there was a sweet smile there. Today was the happiest day of her life, it should be celebrated.
She was ready with a beautiful black dress, contrasting with her pure white skin. Right now she already looked like a shining star in the middle of the night sky.
She was sure her husband, Demian. must have forgotten this historic day. Flora had never questioned this because her husband was the president of a well-known company.
His responsibility is not to his family alone, but to the many people who rely on him.
Today is exactly 7 years of marriage, she heard that the first 5 years of marriage is the most difficult period. But look at this fact, Flora is very happy because they can pass this 'difficult' period happily.
Isn't this something to celebrate? Flora had already booked a hotel room to celebrate this happy day.
Now that she was ready, her face was so beautiful that she was even 10 years younger than her age.
"Take care of the children... Tuan and I will be back tomorrow rather late," Flora said as she descended the stairs.
Since it was Saturday, the children were also off school tomorrow, so Flora could relax a bit.
Mbok Ranti immediately ran over to Flora as she walked down the stairs and nodded her head in understanding.
Flora stepped out of the house and quickly climbed into the car, her luxurious car driving away from her palace to the office where her husband was struggling with a myriad of tasks.
In another place, right where a man with a strapping posture with rows of muscles neatly arranged on his stomach.
Sweat still drenched his body, the hot scene had just ended. Beside him was a woman who was lying limp.
Her eyes staring faintly at the man, she gazed at the broad, muscular back that had just given warmth to her body.
The office phone rang loudly, indicating that someone was waiting for him and waiting for approval.
"Hello," Demian said, putting his pants back on.
"Mrs. Flora wants to come in, is your meeting over?" the receptionist asked.
Demian's eyes widened, he hadn't expected his wife to come to the office. He immediately threw a look at the woman who was still lying on the sofa with her innocent body.
"Okay, it will be finished in a minute, tell Madam to wait for 5 minutes." Demian immediately hung up the phone and carried the woman into the bathroom.
Not forgetting he cleaned up all the scattered clothes, "wear this, Flora is downstairs," Demian whispered softly.
"What?" The woman's eyes perfectly rounded, she immediately came to her senses and tidied herself up. She didn't usually come here, why was it suddenly like this?
Demian immediately tidied up himself and the room. Cleaning up the scattered papers and tissues that were scattered everywhere.
Just as he finished, the door opened. His body froze, his life seemed to escape from his body in shock.
A pair of soft hands embraced him intimately, feeling the warm air blowing on his back.
Demian was slightly relieved, at least he was safe this time. There was no suspicion on him. He immediately turned around and embraced the woman in front of him.
Flora's eyes looked strangely at the shirt her husband was wearing, why did he put the buttons out of alignment, so that the collar of the shirt went up one side. His body was also sweating?
"Are you okay honey?" asked Flora softly.
"No, I'm fine. Is there something wrong?" replied Demian, who still hadn't noticed his shirt.
Flora swept the room with her sharp eyes trying to find something wrong with her husband's study. Something must be wrong.
Her eyes fell on an object on the sofa, she immediately stepped closer to it. But she was stopped in her tracks as Demian blocked her way.
She threw him a questioning look,
"Where are you going?" asked Demian anxiously.
"To the sofa, what's wrong?" said Flora.
Flora pushed her husband's body and reached for the AC remote, checking Demian's room temperature. Her eyebrows knitted together, since when did her husband forget to turn on the AC.
"You want to test your guts, why don't you turn on the AC?" Flora smiled sweetly.
She felt guilty for thinking badly of her husband because of his shirt. She stepped closer to her husband and unbuttoned his shirt.
Demian grabbed her narrow hips and pulled Flora into his arms, doing his best to act casual so she wouldn't get suspicious.
Hopefully, Flora wouldn't get suspicious this way,
"Did I forget something, for you to come here suddenly like this?" Demian asked while kissing Flora's forehead.
Just as expected, her husband was busy with his office activities. Flora pulled Demian's collar and brought her lips to his ear.
"I've booked a room at the place where we first met, so can we go now?" Flora whispered and left an intimate kiss.
This was the first time his wife had taken the initiative, she was usually never like this. What happened to her, but Demian liked Flora right now.
"Looks like you're very impatient," said Demian smiling mischievously, he tightened his embrace even more.
Flora unbuttoned Demian's shirt one by one, her sharp eyes staring at the handsome face that had given her sincere love in the past.
Actually, Flora wanted to leave this room immediately, but somehow she wanted to start the game here.
His heart was beating faster and faster, fortunately the stimulating drug was still in effect, otherwise he wouldn't know what his wife would do. He wouldn't know what his wife would think.
While the person in the bathroom was already shivering from the cold, for some reason the stupid woman outside turned up the temperature of the air conditioner. It's like the North Pole in this room, especially in the bathroom.
Even more annoying, the two people outside were making out. Whether she wanted to or not she had to wait for them to finish fighting.
Deborah decided to contract marriage with a wealthy businessman to take revenge on her ex-husband. As time went on. Both of them began to feel love. Unfortunately, misunderstandings always come when that love slowly blooms. Could their love be able to sail through the misunderstandings and character differences?
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
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.