His Abandoned Ex-Wife

He took slow predatory steps towards her and she inched back. She felt as if she only knew his name, because the guy who was moving towards her was not the man she used to admire, worship, and love. He was nothing but a torturer who was ready to tear her apart. Why? She had no idea. He looked at her. In her G-string stripper costume. He hated her. He hated her because she was a cheater, a gold-digger, and she was his love. His wife. His ex-wife. “You wouldn’t change, would you, woman? Running after money and luring men with this s*xy body of yours, huh? Always a bed-warmer, nothing more.” “Yes, people like you come here, pay, and then judge us.” She spat. He smirked and covered the distance between them. His proximity made her turn her face sideways, but he tilted her chin forcefully, his calloused fingers making it painful as a whimpered cry escaped her lips. "That’s because a wh*r* is always a wh*r*. She can never be a wife. No matter how much respect you give her, she will go back to her world, crawling in other men’s beds. That’s what you are. A f*ck*ng stripper who earns through this body.” He looked at her in disgust. Tears stung in her eyes and she spoke, “I hate you.” “I hate you more.” He seethed through gritted teeth as he yanked her hair back and a painful cry tore through her throat.