Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?"

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

"Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response.

"You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!"

The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed.

I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella.

I let the video play, watching and listening to the two of them having sex, my disgust being provoked time and time again. Every time I hear their moans, my heart feels like it's being stabbed.

The cheating continues. After a few more slaps, he grabs her buttocks, thrusts his penis deep into her vagina, and starts pounding vigorously.

After a few more thrusts, Mark and Bella moan together as they climax. They collapse on the bed, kissing and caressing each other's faces.

"Do you treat my sister like this in bed too?" Bella's coquettish voice rings out,

"Don't mention her," Mark's ruthless voice echoes, "I haven't even kissed her, she can't compare to you at all."

"I knew you only loved me!" Bella smiles satisfied, hooking Mark's neck, leans in to kiss him, and says, "I want to do it again!"

Seeing them rolling together again, I feel a wave of nausea and can't watch anymore. I angrily press the pause button, swallowing hard.

I am very clear, this video must have been sent by Bella. She wants to tell me that she still holds Mark in her grip, and I am powerless against it. Apart from a certificate and title, Mark and I don't resemble a married couple at all. Bella indeed knows how to twist the knife further.

Three years ago, on that fateful day I never imagined was going to begin the worst turning point of my life, all was made ready to celebrate the union of Bella and Mark. It was only mere minutes to the wedding when Bella disappeared (or at least found out she was gone. Bella was nowhere to be found.

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

ceremony in Bella's absence. There were no words of blessing and no well-wishes for a happy future. Instead, all I

how

with a man I barely knew. It felt as though my dreams and aspirations were suddenly overshadowed by the harsh reality of my circumstances. Like my life had been snatched away from me in an instant, and I barely recalled what happiness felt like after that day. I was constrained in every

I say this was how it all

my home and family. Growing older. As I grew older, from being a child, to a teenager and then a young adult, I kept searching for my roots again. And when my long-awaited dream of

joyous reunion, no tears of

I was met with something close

moved on from me after all those years I was gone. All the love they had was for Bella; barely

have been told that Bella had returned from abroad and had somehow found her way into my husband's arms. Almost immediately, my phone buzzed with an incoming video call from Bella. I didn't want to answer it at first, but ended up swiping green. Bella's face popped up on the screen, sitting in the same room from

day over there," Bella

show more of the room, and in the background, I caught a faint glimpse of Mark walking into the

a pathetic old

clenched my teeth. I was reeling with annoyance from

you," she added "He deserves better.

angrily ended the call and flung the phone to the

I wasn't going to sit still and let myself he dragged to the ground like a piece

nearly dozing off when I heard the sound

with his face. There was that brick-hard look on his face which he always had when

parents to do, I did. Both taking care of his food, his daily life, and several other things that couldn't be counted, all for three years. It started happening frequently, that it became a ritual, like a dance of habit ingrained in my daily routine. Mark also accepted it without question. But not for one day did Mark spare me as

the door behind him and began walking into his room. Treating me as usual like I was invisible, and for the first time, I

"I want a divorce."

an incredulous look on his

you talking

don't want this title of wife anymore," I answered without mincing