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I Watched My Wife Become the Cumrag. Cuckold Chronicles, #4
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- Date de parution22/11/2025
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Résumé
I still don't know how to start this without sounding insane. I married the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Everyone said she looked like an angel, and I believed them. I believed her when she cried in my arms and swore it was over. I believed her when she promised the videos, the threats, the bruises on her thighs were all in the past. Then one night she thought I was out of town. I followed her across the city, straight back to the campus she'd quit months ago-the one place she swore she'd never return to.
I watched her walk naked down that hallway and drop to her knees at the first open door. I heard everything. Every laugh, every slap, every broken little moan that used to be only for me. I heard her beg them to ruin her, heard her thank them when they did. She came home at dawn smelling like the entire floor. She cried so hard she could barely breathe, kept saying she was sorry, kept saying she loved me more than anything.
And I just held her, because even after all that, letting go felt worse than keeping her. This is the story of how my angel learned she couldn't live without being destroyed, and how I learned I couldn't live without the woman who destroys herself. I still sleep next to her every night. I still kiss her forehead and pretend I don't notice the new marks. I still love her so much it feels like dying.
If you've ever loved someone who chose the fire over you, this one's going to hurt exactly the way you want it to.
I watched her walk naked down that hallway and drop to her knees at the first open door. I heard everything. Every laugh, every slap, every broken little moan that used to be only for me. I heard her beg them to ruin her, heard her thank them when they did. She came home at dawn smelling like the entire floor. She cried so hard she could barely breathe, kept saying she was sorry, kept saying she loved me more than anything.
And I just held her, because even after all that, letting go felt worse than keeping her. This is the story of how my angel learned she couldn't live without being destroyed, and how I learned I couldn't live without the woman who destroys herself. I still sleep next to her every night. I still kiss her forehead and pretend I don't notice the new marks. I still love her so much it feels like dying.
If you've ever loved someone who chose the fire over you, this one's going to hurt exactly the way you want it to.
