[You're really something, holding on to this marriage. What help can a housewife like you offer him?]
[I suggest you hand him over to me. Only I have the right to stand by his side!]
Ten years of marriage, yet a stranger mocked me like this.
When I didn’t respond, she sent more texts.
[Why not come see for yourself how your husband pampers me?]
[I know how to cater to his desires, how to make him crave me. And you? You don't know anything, do you? You’re just a boring woman!]
Ignoring her messages, I walked into the livestream prop room.
From several meters away, I could hear their brazen voices.
Claire clung to Dereck, arms wrapped intimately around his neck, her lips curved into a smirk.
She teased, "Be gentle, don’t hurt the baby."
Dereck chuckled softly. "Don’t worry, I’ll be careful."
Each movement of his body was like a sharp blade stabbing into my heart.
"Dereck, when will you divorce that woman?" She pouted, her eyes filled with urgency and desire.
Frowning slightly, Dereck replied helplessly, "Give it some time. You know how busy I’ve been lately."
She wriggled closer to him, whining, "I can’t wait any longer! Only when you divorce her can I openly call you my husband."