I’m Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

I’m Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!.

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I’m Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!- Sneak Peek

SYDNEY’S POV

I received a pornographic video.

“Do you like this?”

The man speaking in the video was my husband, Mark, whom I hadn’t seen for several months. He was naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully into a woman whose face I couldn’t see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I could clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts.

“Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby,” the woman screamed ecstatically in response.

“You naughty girl!” Mark stood up and flipped her over, slapping her buttocks as he spoke. “Stick your ass up!”

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The woman giggled, turned around, swayed her buttocks, and knelt on the bed.

I felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over my head. It was bad enough that my husband was having an affair, but what was worse was that the other woman was my own sister, Bella.

I let the video play, watching and listening to the two of them having sex, my disgust growing stronger with each moment. Every time I heard their moans, my heart felt like it was being stabbed.

The cheating continued. After a few more slaps, he grabbed her buttocks, thrust his penis deep into her vagina, and started pounding vigorously.

After a few more thrusts, Mark and Bella moaned together as they climaxed. They collapsed on the bed, kissing and caressing each other’s faces.

“Do you treat my sister like this in bed too?” Bella’s coquettish voice rang out.

“Don’t mention her,” Mark’s ruthless voice echoed. “I haven’t even kissed her. She can’t compare to you at all.”

“I knew you only loved me!” Bella smiled, satisfied, hooking her hand around Mark’s neck and leaning in to kiss him. “I want to do it again!”

Seeing them rolling together again, I felt a wave of nausea and couldn’t watch anymore. I angrily pressed the pause button, swallowing hard.

I was very clear—this video must have been sent by Bella. She wanted to tell me that she still had Mark in her grip, and I was powerless against it. Apart from a certificate and title, Mark and I didn’t resemble a married couple at all. Bella indeed knew how to twist the knife further.

Three years ago, on that fateful day I never imagined would begin the worst turning point of my life, everything was ready to celebrate the union of Bella and Mark. It was only minutes before the wedding when Bella disappeared—or at least, everyone discovered she was gone. Bella was nowhere to be found.

My parents, desperate to salvage the embarrassment and save face in front of the guests—or whatever it was they were trying to protect that day—turned to me. They told me to put on my sister’s wedding dress, to take Bella’s place at the altar.

There was no room for argument, nor was I given the choice to say no. I was to be the figurehead, the stand-in bride who would fulfill the ceremony in Bella’s absence. There were no words of blessing and no well-wishes for a happy future. Instead, all I received were instructions to “be a good wife.” This was how it all started.

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