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When I left for work in the morning, Alma was still fast asleep. At the office, I spent the entire day thinking about how to handle my relationship with Alma; I had to find a way to get our marriage back on track. I racked my brains over this problem until I got home from work. But when I returned home that evening, I was shocked to see Alma and a man having sex on the living room sofa.
The man was lying naked on the sofa, his huge penis erect and pointing skyward.
Alma was topless, her skirt pulled up to her waist, without underwear, her legs encased in sexy black stockings, and wearing sexy high heels. She straddled the man, her body moving up and down, stroking the penis that was inserted into her anus.
Seeing me return, they reluctantly separated, and then Alma said, "I think now that you know what I've done behind your back, I don't need to do it secretly anymore."
She turned to go back into the man's arms, but he pushed her away and asked, "Who is this man?"
"He's my husband. But don't worry, we have a gentleman's agreement."
"We have an agreement?"
I asked angrily.
"Don't be so reckless, Brian. Didn't we talk about it last night?"
"No! We didn't talk about anything, Alma! You rambled on and on last night, and I was just listening. I didn't agree to anything, you fucking bastard!"
The guy stood up and said, "Ahem, I have no obligation to get involved in your family disputes."
"Sit down, Pal. There's no family dispute here. She's just decided she doesn't want to continue living with me. You two continue enjoying yourselves, and you can take this woman away from me. This woman is quite good to fuck!"
I said angrily.
Leaving them, we went upstairs alone to pack our things. Hearing Alma's familiar moans echoing in the room, I knew I would miss her terribly after leaving her.
When Alma came to our bedroom after making love with that man and taking a shower, I didn't wait for her there. There were four bedrooms in our big house. I randomly picked one and hid inside, locking the door from the inside. Alma easily found the room where I was hiding and started banging on the door.
"Brian, open the door."
"Get out of here, Alma. We have nothing to talk about. Things are clear. I don't want to waste any more time trying to convince you or get you to admit you were wrong."
"Brian, stop being silly and open the door."
"Get out of here, Alma."
"Brian, stop talking nonsense. Now open the door right now, do you hear me?"
I grabbed a pillow and covered my head, but I could still hear her knocking and shouting. After five minutes, Alma finally gave up. She stopped knocking and went back to our big bedroom to sleep.
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The next day, I left home before Alma woke up. I decided to take my father-in-law's advice and, as soon as I got to the office, immediately called a private detective agency, asking them to provide me with all the details of my wife's movements.
Then, I arranged a room for myself in the company apartment. That night, I didn't go home; Alma called my cell phone more than a dozen times, but I didn't answer.
The next morning, as soon as I arrived at the office, Alma called.
"Where did you go last night?"
Alma asked on the phone.
“I’m staying in the company apartment.”
“Brian, what are you up to?”
“I’m not going home, Alma. Judging from the current situation, you don’t seem willing to be my wife anymore. Whether you want to be a whore or whatever, it’s none of my business.”
“Brian, you haven’t thought this through. We both know you married me for my family’s money. Pretending to be a husband who loves marriage and hates infidelity is a waste of time. Stop that act. I’ll wait for you to come home tonight. I’ll have dinner ready for you, and after dinner, we’ll go to bed and have some fun. I’ll show you that this doesn’t actually affect our lives.”
“Goodbye, Alma.”
With that, I hung up.
I still didn’t go home that night, and I didn’t answer her calls the next day after work. I went to see my father-in-law and told him what had happened and why I wasn’t going home.
“Did she really bring another man home?”
Mr. Thurgood asked.
"Yes."
"God, what happened to this child?" "
If you ask me, it's because she became beautiful after plastic surgery. She's no longer that insecure ugly duckling. She thinks she lost a lot and now she wants to make up for it all. I'm leaving now. I haven't answered her calls, and she might come looking for me here soon. Right now, I don't want to see her or talk to her. I'll send her a legal document."
"You've decided to divorce her?"
"I really don't want to, but if she insists, I feel I have no other choice."
"I'm sorry, Brian, I'm the one who brought you into this marriage."
"Hey, I was too greedy, Dad. I'm as surprised as everyone else about how fortunate I am to have your care. Now, I don't regret marrying Alma as you arranged, I'm just very sad about this ending."
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????For the next two weeks, although Alma called my cell phone dozens of times a day, I just didn't answer. Alma knew I wouldn't answer her calls if I saw her phone number, so she changed her method and called me from a public phone. But as soon as I heard her voice, I hung up immediately.
That day, my lawyer called to tell me that the divorce papers were ready, so I answered Alma's call.
"Brian, you bastard, where are you? Why aren't you answering my calls? Are you really going to fucking divorce me?"
"Alma, you graduated from college, right? Don't you realize your third question is the answer to the other two?"
"Brian, you're being incredibly stupid. We don't need to divorce, let me tell you, honey, I love being married to you, living with you. You don't need to divorce me." "
Of course I do, Alma. It's a matter of honor, a way to protect myself. No man, if he's a real man, will tolerate being cuckolded by his wife. My private investigator has solid evidence that you've been cheating on me with other men for the past seven or eight months. Those photos of you having sex with other men have been sent to you along with the divorce papers; I believe you've received them. What do you want from me? Do you expect me to wait at home for you to come home with their semen before I have sex with you?"
"I've never done that, Brian. I always make sure I'm clean before I go to bed with you."
"Of course you've done that, Alma. You and I both know you can't absolutely guarantee you're clean, right? Did you brush your teeth and rinse your mouth after you came home from messing around with men? I know you really enjoy sucking men's penises, and every time you come home and kiss me, you smell like someone else's semen." There
was silence on the other end of the phone.
"Well? Why are you stopping? Can't answer this question? Fine, now answer the next question. Did I ask for any compensation in the divorce papers? Of course, you don't have to answer, but I will. I didn't ask for anything. No house, no furniture, no money. The only request is that you leave me. When I entered into our marriage, I had nothing but love for you, and now I leave you with nothing but my self-respect. Do you know how much self-respect means to me?"
"Please don't do this, Brian, can we talk this over?"
"No, it's unnecessary, Alma, it's all too late. Our marriage was already over when you brought that bastard home and fucked him in my house. You used the excuse that I married you for your family's money to sleep with those men. You used that lie to support yourself and did so many things that wronged me. In fact, you had plastic surgery to seduce men and get them to take you to their beds."
"Good. You used to be an ugly duckling, always overlooked, but now you've become a swan, so you're desperate to get back everything you lost. You've got everything you lost, Alma. You've always had a stunning figure, and now you finally have a face to match it, so you'll never lack men in your bed. Goodbye, Alma!"
Hanging up the phone, I found my father-in-law standing across from my desk. I said helplessly to him, "Dad, I'm really helpless." "
Yes, it sounds a bit exaggerated, but this is the only way it can be. In fact, if I had a son, I would support him doing this too." "
Thank you for your understanding, Dad."
"So what are you going to do now?"
"We'll see. I think it's time to start the divorce proceedings. Just wait and see."
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???? Avoiding Alma's harassment before the divorce wasn't easy, but with the help of several of my employees, I managed to avoid most of her harassment. Every time Alma walked into the office building, the receptionist on the first floor would promptly call me to let me leave before she entered my office. And when she parked her car next to mine, intending to wait for me, the security guard in the underground parking lot would quietly notify me, so I wouldn't go to the parking lot to get my car, but would instead take a taxi home.
Alma also tried to get my help through her father, but he no longer wanted to help her because she was too embarrassing for him. "How can I help you, Alma? What you've done has hurt Brian so much; you've made everyone lose face,"
Mr. Thurgood said.
Since I hadn't done anything wrong, Alma had no grounds for rebuttal in the divorce proceedings, but she still attended the court hearings on time. After the court hearing, she came up to me and said, "Please, Brian, can we talk?"
"There's nothing more to say, Alma. You said that night was our last, remember? You also said it couldn't be changed. You were right, weren't you? Now I think it can't be changed either."
Looking at the divorce papers in my hand, I added, "Oh, right, one last thing. Let's look at how your money is arranged in these papers, how I married you for your money. Where is it? Oh, it should be here, damn it! Where's the money? Not a penny! Look closely, not only did I not get a single penny from you, but I also had to pay lawyer fees and court costs. Was the divorce my fault? I married you for your money, but I won't get a penny in the divorce, and I have to pay out of my own pocket for the divorce proceedings. Next time, I'm really going to marry for money."
"Brian, please, let's talk. Please listen to me, Brian?"
“I’ve heard it all, Alma. My private investigator told me you’ve slept with nine men behind my back. I’ve heard your unrestrained moans and screams, you bringing other men to my house and fucking them right in front of me. All of that is in the past now, Alma. I’m glad those bastards left me with you and your money. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll find another woman and start a new life right away. Maybe the next woman will be even poorer than a church rat, so I didn’t marry her for her money, but I’ll earn enough to support her, won’t I?”
With that, I turned and walked to the back of the courtroom, where a beautiful blonde was waiting for me. She was the court clerk I hired, but Alma didn’t know who she was, so let her think this blonde was my new girlfriend. I offered my arm for hers, and we walked out of the courtroom together.
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???? The divorce papers, Alma's cheating photos, and the private investigator's report all satisfied me. I planned to return the $500,000 in savings to Jason Thurgood, telling him I'd only take the interest on that portion. But he refused, saying, "Our deal is over. Are you satisfied with your current outcome? What's next?" "
I don't know."
"Are you planning to get her back?"
"Is this a deal I should be making with you now?"
"You're a bastard!"
"Yes, Dad, I'm a bastard, you know that."
"You should know that since you left home, she hasn't been with any other man. Now that you're really leaving, what will happen to her?"
"No, I don't know. Back then, I was only thinking about the divorce; I didn't care if she was with other men. I thought that after her plastic surgery, she transformed from an ugly duckling into a swan, and once she embarked on a promiscuous path, she wouldn't stop." "Do
you still love her?"
"I'm afraid she still loves you."
"Yes, from the way she cried on my shoulder, I knew she deeply regretted the wrong things she said and did. And I could feel that she still loves you."
"She's not wrong, Dad, she's right. I did marry her for her money. Her mistake was why she didn't tell me face-to-face that I married her for money. If she had been honest with me about this, I could have told her that I initially married her for money, but after entering this family, my love for her surpassed my desire for money. I signed an agreement before she had plastic surgery, but her new face ruined everything for us." "
You still haven't answered my question. What are you going to do next?"
"Before the divorce was over, I avoided Alma, but now I won't avoid her anymore. If she wants to come to me, I welcome her anytime. But she has to make an effort to make me feel it's worth it to bring her back."
"Alright, enough of this nonsense. Here's the deal: if you take my daughter back, I'll make you the vice president of the company."
"To put it another way, Dad, even if I don't take your daughter back, you still have to make me the company's vice president."
"Hmm, you have a point."
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Alma kept begging me to have a proper talk, and I deliberately dragged it out, making her spend a lot of time and do a lot of work. Finally, I agreed to give her a chance. I patiently listened attentively for three hours, and she completely confessed her past actions, begging for my forgiveness. I told her I didn't know if I could truly forgive her, and even if I did, it would take a long time for me to completely forget everything she had done. Although we hadn't discussed remarriage, we had indeed slowly moved on from our past hatred.
She invited me home for dinner, but I told her I would never step into that house again because once I did, I would remember the ugly sight of her making love with her lover that night, and hear her lewd moans while making love with another man. Of course, this was all nonsense; I just wanted to embarrass her again.
The next day, I was surprised to find that Alma had posted a "For Sale" sign outside the house.
Alma continued her efforts, and slowly she won me over. One day, she finally asked me to remarry her.
"If you really want to remarry me, you have to agree to one condition,"
I said.
"What condition?"
"You must sign a prenuptial agreement. Now, I'm the vice president of the company, with a substantial salary. You must promise me that you're not marrying me for my money!"

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