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To Honor His Assistant's Filial Piety, My Husband Threw Me Into the Atlantic to Feed the Sharks
1.0K·Lyra FaeMy husband gave me a cruise ship for my birthday, but his secretary had her name written on the hull—"The Nina." "Mrs. Cole, I'm sorry! My mother has a terminal illness, and I lied to her that this ship was mine, just so she could pass away peacefully. Please make this right!" I laughed in anger. "The cruise ship is my birthday gift. What gives you the right to put Nina's name on it?" After rejecting her absurd request, I had someone replace "Nina" on the cruise ship. My husband, who knew about this, said to me: "She just wants to give her dying mother peace of mind, you..." I cut him off. "If she wants to give her mother peace of mind, she can pay to rent a cruise ship, she can find stock photos online. Why does she have to put her name on the birthday gift you gave me?" He said nothing more. On my birthday, he threw me into the sea: "Didn't you say there were plenty of ways? Now figure out how to climb back onto the cruise ship yourself." Ethan even had people use a drone to start a livestream, making everyone watch my pathetic struggle and pleading in the water. Some people even took photos of my wardrobe malfunction and spread them widely online. But after a brief moment of panicked struggling, I quickly calmed down and said coldly to the camera: "Had enough of a look? Now get your ass down here and get me."
My Husband Seems Like a Different Person
16·Lyra FaeAfter the car accident, my husband’s body was damaged, leaving him impotent. To help him recover as soon as possible, I took him for a prosthetic transplant. The surgery was successful, and he recovered well. Just as I was praising him for being well-endowed and skilled in bed, a stranger suddenly showed up at our door. He claimed his dead brother was hidden in our house. While we were still puzzling over his words, he pointed at my husband’s newly transplanted lower body. "See? His corpse is right here."
I Can Hear My Cold Husband’s Dirty Thoughts
36.0K·Lyra FaeI came downstairs to hand my husband divorce papers. I tripped. He caught me. And suddenly, I could hear every filthy thought in his head. "She touched me. God, she touched me. Two years of keeping my hands off her and she falls into my arms smelling like vanilla and trouble. Don't pull her closer. Don't. You'll scare her." I froze against Damian Blackwood's chest, staring up at the most expressionless face in Manhattan. His mouth hadn't moved. Not even a twitch. But that voice—low, rough, starving—was unmistakably his. "You okay?" he asked. Flat. Polite. The same tone he used with his driver.