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After running away with another woman for a whole year, my husband finally came back.<br /> My father forced me to marry him before he died. It was stated in the contract that we couldn&#039;t get divorced until we had spent three years into the marriage. <br /> We never really exchanged words with each other before our wedding. I knew absolutely nothing about the man I married. I was never able to find out why Hector agreed and what secrets they were keeping from me.<br /> &quot;I want you to vacate my bedroom because I will be staying with my girlfriend Victoria in my room.&quot; That was the first sentence he said to me after our marriage.<br /> I followed his gaze at the beautiful blonde woman,and rolled my eyes.<br /> What would be worse than hearing your husband banging his mistress in the room next to yours?<br /> ————————<br /> <br /> RUBI&#039;S POV<br /> The alarm went off at 6 a.m. and all I wanted to do was roll over and go back to sleep again. &quot; Get your hip up, Rubi.&quot; I lectured myself as I pulled the blankets up over me.<br /> I groaned, sat up and adjusted my eyes to the darkness. I got out of bed and turned on the lights, and walked to the bathroom. I needed to freshen up then head downstairs to prepare breakfast for everyone before getting to school.<br /> I was already very exhausted, having spent most of the night before working my waitressing job at my friend&#039;s coffee shop.<br /> I stared at my appearance, my long black hair looked as graceful as always and my brown eyes looked bright and cheerful even though I was filled with inner turmoil.<br /> I showered, made my hair into a half-halo twist and decided to wear a white T-shirt with blue shorts and white sneakers to college. I know my mother-in-law Stella would be furious, but then who cares? She&#039;s always angry with me, without any provocations on my part.<br /> I walked out of my bedroom and looked around the hallway as I walked out to see if anyone was up too, but met no one on my way. The place was a huge beautiful mansion that just had whatever you can think of for a luxurious house with-over-the-top luxurious home decor. When I got to the kitchen, there was no one around but I noticed the arrangements on the counter and knew it was Rose the maid who was probably cleaning. I proceeded to make breakfast like I do every morning.<br /> Stella believes I have to prepare breakfast for everyone every morning before I leave for school. I could tell she was just looking for a reason to prevent me from going to school, even though her daughter Mai, who is much older than me and still sleeping at the moment, is also going to school.<br /> I prepared casserole, an Italian dish, one of my specialties. The sun was already coming up, when I heard footsteps in the dining room. I walked in to find Rose setting the table for breakfast.<br /> &quot;Hi Rose.&quot; Rose was a very kind lady in her fifties, who&#039;d been with the family for years and watched Hector, Alex and Mai grow into adulthood.<br /> &quot;Good morning Mrs__&quot;<br /> &quot;Rose, please call me Rubi, I told you already. Besides, you are an elder to me.&quot; I gave her a small smile and she smiled back at me.<br /> &quot;Sorry Mrs_.._.&quot; She gave me an apologetic smile. &quot;Sorry Rubi.&quot;<br /> &quot;See that wasn&#039;t so hard, right?&quot;<br /> &quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /> Just then, we heard footsteps and turned around to see Stella taking a seat at the head table. She is a very beautiful yet sophisticated middle-aged woman who basically thinks the world evolves around her and her family. She cares about no one and has a venomous tongue that always says harsh things to hurt others. Oh sorry, not everyone. Just me. Rubi Santez, Stella Ruiz hates the very sight of me for reasons unbeknownst to me.<br /> I noticed it was just the two of us today. One thing was certain though, my morning was already ruined. She never seizes the opportunity to bring my self-esteem down.<br /> &quot;Good morning Madam Ruiz.&quot; Rose bowed her head in greeting. As always, Stella didn&#039;t respond to the greeting. She never does.<br /> Rose poured her some tea and approached to do the same for me but I declined, shaking my head and she nodded in response before leaving the room. I poured myself some coffee, and took a seat at the other end of the table. Very far from Stella.<br /> &quot;Good morning Stella.&quot; I greeted her, as I took my seat.<br /> &quot;Oh Rubi.&quot; Stella gave me one of her fake smiles, and I smiled back at her. But something was off about her today. She never cared to call me by my name. It was always one name or the other, taunting me every single day.<br /> &quot;Sometimes I forget that you even exist, Rubi, but unfortunately you do exist and it makes me so mad.&quot; Well that&#039;s not news, I thought sadly. But it still hurts every time she says it.<br /> &quot;Well I&#039;m sorry about that, Stella, but there is nothing I can do about it.&quot; I stared back at my mother-in-law across the end of the table, who seemed to hate me more than anything else in this world.<br /> She raised her glass, studying me over the rim. Her green eyes sparked with hate and malice, mixed with something I couldn&#039;t wrap my head around, excitement maybe...? I couldn&#039;t handle it any longer. I needed to know what she was up to.<br /> &quot;Stella, you seem quite excited about something today. Care to share with me?&quot; She laughed, and I shuddered at the sound.<br /> &quot;Oh you bet. I&#039;m so happy today, I&#039;m finally going to see my son after so long.&quot;<br /> My heart suddenly skipped a beat or... two. She can&#039;t possibly mean who I think it is.<br /> &quot;Which of your sons, if I may ask?&quot; I asked with a small voice that didn&#039;t sound like mine.<br /> &quot;Dio Mios! My son Hector, of course!&quot; She stared at me with an evil smile plastered on her face. &quot;The one who ran away from a lousy creature like you. Who else were you expecting?&quot;<br /> All the air left my lungs as I began to panic. My heart dropped to my stomach, it was like I had been sucker punched.<br /> I sucked in my breath. Why now? After running away with another woman for a whole year, leaving me with his family, who never seized the chance to humiliate me. Why was he coming back now?<br /> &quot;Maybe when he finally gets here, he&#039;ll stop you from the disgrace you are trying to bring to this family. As if going to school like a hooker is not bad enough, you are also working as a waitress! Such Disgrace!&quot; She took a sip from her water, while shooting daggers at me with her eyes.<br /> &quot;It&#039;s just shorts and a tshirt ___&quot;<br /> She snorted, and waved me off. &quot;Whatever. As if I care about what you say.&quot;<br /> &quot;It&#039;s summer __&quot; Why was I even trying to justify myself to her? She obviously doesn&#039;t care about anything I say.<br /> &quot;Well, with all those breasts and thighs you are showing off, you still look like a hooker. No wonder why your own husband doesn&#039;t want you.&quot; I grimaced, and stood up abruptly from my seat, ready to leave.<br /> &quot;Married women shouldn&#039;t be going to school, especially someone like you who is married to such a respectable family like ours. What am I saying? You&#039;ll never listen to me. It&#039;s probably because you are whoring yourself out there. But now that my son is coming back, everything is going to change for the better.&quot;<br /> More like the worst. I blinked back my tears as I picked up my backpack and walked out of there as fast as I could. This was my everyday life and it was about to change for the worse. It was always one humiliation to another. Now everything is about to change for the worse and I can&#039;t help but pity my future self.<br /> <br /> I couldn&#039;t concentrate throughout the lectures, my mind kept transporting me to this morning about everything Stella said. Considering some of the shocks I&#039;ve dealt with, especially in the last year, this was truly saying something.<br /> If Hector Ruiz was really coming back now, then my life would be more screwed and messed up than I thought.<br /> The night of our wedding, my darling husband, who just hours after his vow to love and protect his wife, got into his private jet and took off with another woman, without a care in the world.<br /> Ever since then, he hasn&#039;t contacted me, not even once. Stella never failed to rub it in my face every chance she got, she always made sure I was around to hear some of their conversations whenever he called.<br /> We never really exchanged words with each other before our wedding. I knew absolutely nothing about the man I married, and why he agreed to marry me in the first place.<br /> It was my father&#039;s last wish that I would marry Hector. He died in a car crash two days after I turned eighteen, but not before making me take an oath to marry a man I had never met before.<br /> We married a month after my dad&#039;s death. Hector was twenty-five years old then and I was just eighteen. I was never able to find out why Hector agreed and what secrets they were keeping from me.<br /> ......................<br /> After classes I spent a good amount of time in the park to get my mind off things. And embrace some peace before I headed home. I checked the time. It was a little after six so I could still go to Kelly&#039;s and see her.<br /> As I walked towards Kelly&#039;s Cafe, where I worked as a part-time waitress. I caught several guys checking me out. It wasn&#039;t a new thing to me. I was slim yet curvy in all the right places, I had boobs, hips and lips. Women were paying thousands of dollars to get through surgery. I&#039;m not complaining though, because I love my body.<br /> It was my day off, so I just dropped by to check on my friend Kelly, who also owns the cafe. She inherited the cafe from her grandmother who passed away three years ago. She is a beautiful, strong black woman with big brown eyes and a skin to die for. I just loved her. She is four years older than me, but that didn&#039;t keep us from being the best of friends. Even though she talks a lot and is funny, she&#039;s the best thing in my life right now.<br /> &quot;Well, I&#039;ll be. Look who did come up in here.&quot; I giggled, and approached her. &quot;Girl, it&#039;s your day off. So what are you doing here? Anyways, have a seat while I get us some coffee.&quot;<br /> I took a seat by the window. Kelly got me a cup of coffee and joined me at the table, looking at me curiously.<br /> &quot;Spill it out!&quot;<br /> &quot;What? I just wanted some fresh air, and to see you too.&quot;<br /> She gave me a concerned look. &quot;All that is good, but you look kind of sad. Everything alright with you and your in-laws? Or you want me to go down there and give them a piece of my mind?&quot; I laughed at that. Because that was something she could possibly do. She always had a way of cheering me up.<br /> &quot;Tell me what&#039;s wrong, Rubi?&quot; She seemed worried.<br /> &quot;Hector is coming back today.&quot; I blurted out.<br /> &quot;You tripping, right?&quot; Her mouth was about to drop to her chest.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m not joking, Kel. He might already be back home, as we speak. Oh God, I&#039;m freaking out.&quot; I groaned, and bit my lower lip.<br /> &quot;Well, he should be the one freaking out, not you darling. After all, he&#039;s the one who left.&quot;<br /> &quot;Yeah.&quot; I nodded in agreement, and took a sip of my coffee.<br /> &quot;Exactly.&quot; She took my hands in hers and gave them a light squeeze and a sympathetic smile. &quot;He should regret what he did to you. That was really so disrespectful, and no one should ever go through that.&quot;<br /> &quot;Hmm hmm....&quot; I closed my eyes trying to block the pain away. &quot;You always know the right things to say.&quot;<br /> &quot;Ain&#039;t I too smart?&quot; We both burst into laughter.<br /> She suddenly went all serious &quot;Do you think he might bring his mistress along?&quot;<br /> I stiffened. I hadn&#039;t thought about that. Or I was rather trying hard not to think about the possibility. He wouldn&#039;t be soo mean to do that to me. Or would he?<br /> Kel made an apologetic face as she spoke honestly. &quot;I mean he&#039;s been with her for a whole f*****g year.&quot; That sent a ripple of hurt through me.<br /> I gave her a pained look. &quot;I guess, I&#039;ll just have to figure everything out. I don&#039;t think I can handle it.&quot;<br /> &quot;You shouldn&#039;t let anyone disrespect you though.&quot; She sighed. &quot;Girl, your dad did you bad.&quot;<br /> &quot;You can say that again.&quot; I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. &quot;Stelle was just too excited about the whole thing. She can&#039;t wait to make my life more miserable than it already is.&quot;<br /> &quot;She&#039;s a bimbo.&quot; She blurted and I gasped and looked up at her with wide eyes.<br /> &quot;What!? You know I ain&#039;t lying, she&#039;s also a witch.&quot; She said with anger and I couldn&#039;t help the laughter that erupted through me. &quot;I just wish I had the chance to be one on one with her and I swear to God I&#039;ll beat her black and blue. I dont care that she&#039;s old enough to be my mother. Her actions speak otherwise.&quot;<br /> Her words warmed my heart, because I know she is not a problematic person and she is only fuming in anger for my sake because she loves me dearly.<br /> &quot;Kel, you are so crazy. I appreciate your concern for me, but you shouldn&#039;t let her actions towards me get to you.&quot; I said, and looked down at my watch and grimaced. It&#039;s so late. &quot;God it&#039;s late, I need to go.&quot; I stood up and packed my stuff into my backpack.<br /> &quot;You sure, you are okay?&quot; She looked up at me with a worried look.<br /> &quot;Yeah. I&#039;m good.&quot;<br /> &#039;I&#039;m not okay&#039;. I thought to myself. I don&#039;t know what&#039;s in store for me in that house tonight.<br /> Immediately I got inside the house, I began to panic. It&#039;s been so long that I sometimes forget that I&#039;m married. Now everything is about to change.<br /> I walked into the living room, and there he was sitting on the couch with all his masculine glory. He is still the most handsome and sexiest man I&#039;ve ever laid eyes on. I have been hooked since the first day of meeting him on our wedding day.<br /> He was listening to something his mom was saying to him, but he suddenly turned his head in my direction and stared directly at me. It was as if he had felt my presence as soon as I walked in. His gorgeous hazel eyes stared at me with different emotion across his face, which eventually turned to a frown. I took a quick glance at everyone, and they were all staring at me too, and I could already feel the tension in the room. Hector, on the other hand, seemed angry about something.<br /> His jaw tightened and he scowled, before abruptly getting up from where he was seated beside his mom. He strolled over to me at the same time inspecting me from head to toe. He seemed to be fuming about something, from the looks he was giving me right now.<br /> &quot;What the f**k are you wearing, Rubina?&quot; His deep voice did things to me, I can&#039;t explain. But the anger and warning it held didn&#039;t go unnoticed by me.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m f*****g talking to you, what are you wearing Rubina!&quot; He hissed at me.<br /> His words took me by surprise, and I realized I was so lost in his good looks that I wasn&#039;t really paying attention to what he was saying until now.<br /> Wait, what? Did he just call me by my government name? What!<br /> <br /> RUBI&#039;S POV<br /> I watched as Hector strolled across the room and stopped just inches away from me. He was so close that for the life of me I couldn&#039;t stop staring up at his beautiful face. The look he was giving me wasn&#039;t helping either, it felt like he was undressing, stripping me undressed. I immediately felt self-conscious. I blushed furiously, and averted my gaze for a second to hide my disdain.<br /> Muttering under his breath, I watched as his gaze slowly trailed down every inch of my body. I subconsciously bit my lower lip hard.<br /> Why is he looking at me like that? And why is it making me feel some certain things that I shouldn&#039;t be feeling?<br /> My brain seemed to have gone into a meltdown, because for the life of me I couldn&#039;t stop staring at him. He was so handsome, the arrogant tilt of his head added to his attractiveness.<br /> His eyes, Dear God, his eyes were so hypnotic. He just casted a spell on me, without even trying. It was as if I was meeting him for the first time all over again. I was so young then, but I&#039;m much wiser now than I was a year ago, so I won&#039;t fall for his gorgeous looks anymore.<br /> &quot;I asked you a question Rubina, what the f**k are you wearing?&quot; He demanded impatiently, as he pulled me out of my thoughts.<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t call me that. My name is Rubi.&quot; I snapped back. His brows rose, his amusement evident.<br /> He stared at me and smirked, which only lit the flames of my anger. &quot;Oh really? Well, I will call you whatever or however I want to call you.&quot; He mocked, folding his hands on his chest. His innocent actions only made his biceps pop in a very hot and provocative way.<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t want to see you wearing such outfits again.&quot; He added with a scowl, his eyes still slowly trailing down my body. &quot;I&#039;m not into baby sitting, but I&#039;ll make an exception for you. Someone needs to teach you what&#039;s right and wrong, since you still can&#039;t differentiate it.&quot;<br /> Did he just refer to me as a baby? Such nerve of this man.<br /> &quot;You can&#039;t tell me what I can, or cannot do!&quot; I shot back, standing my ground.<br /> &quot;Oh can&#039;t I?&quot; He asked in a lazy, bored voice. &quot;The last time I checked, you were still my wife. So do as I say and get changed, now.&quot;<br /> I snorted and folded my arms under my chest. Bad idea. My breasts bulged in my top, showing more skin than needed. I heard Hector groaned. I looked up at him and he nervously shifted his feet and released a heavy, frustrated breath.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m warning you, Rubi. Go upstairs and change out of those God-forsaken clothes.&quot; He bellowed.<br /> When I didn&#039;t move, he stepped further into my personal space, closing the little gap that was between us. He was so close, that it was hard for me to breathe. His expensive musky cologne surrounded me and clouded my senses.<br /> Now!&quot; He snapped at me and I could see his nose flare up in anger.<br /> Despite everything that he was doing, I was unable to stop the tremor from running through my body. What was the matter with me? How could I allow this man of all men to affect me to the extent that I couldn&#039;t think straight?<br /> &quot;What if I don&#039;t, hmm? What would you do?&quot; I challenged him. I could feel all eyes on me. The whole room was quiet, listening to our little argument.<br /> His eyes glowed in genuine amusement as he grabbed my wrist tightly and I could already feel it bruising.<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t provoke me, Rubina. I have already had enough of you already. Do not push me.&quot; He drawled the last statement with such threat, that I stiffened for a second.<br /> My mouth quivered, and I bit down hard on my lips. I couldn&#039;t help it. Bad habits, especially when I&#039;m nervous. I swallowed hard as my attempt to act brave was failing miserably. My protective walls were slowly crumbling to my feet.<br /> &quot;You see, son, this is what we go through every single day, from this immoral girl,&quot; Stella interrupted as she stood up from her seat. I only just saw the beautiful blonde woman that had been sitting beside her. I don&#039;t think I&#039;ve seen her before now. &quot;She doesn&#039;t listen to me, all she does is w***e herself out there.&quot; Stella continued, as she walked to where we were standing.<br /> I cringed at her words.<br /> &quot;Let me go Hector.&quot; I tried to pull my hand from his strong grasp. He was still holding my wrist tightly, but he immediately shoved my hand away as if it burned him to touch me.<br /> He paused for a heartbeat then murmured nonchalantly. &quot;You can go.&quot;<br /> He simply swung on his heels and began walking up the stairs, but suddenly stopped, turned and looked straight into my eyes. &quot;I want you to vacate my bedroom because I will be staying with my girlfriend Victoria in my room.&quot;<br /> I followed his gaze at the beautiful blonde woman, who was sitting down on the couch smirking at me viciosly.<br /> Reality swiftly intruded. My husband took his mistress into our home and now he is throwing me out of his room for the same woman he abandoned me for a year ago.<br /> My eyes blurred from tears threatening to fall. I felt utterly humiliated, more than I have ever been in this house. I prayed for a hole to open beneath my feet and just swallow me, but sadly God wasn&#039;t answering my prayers.<br /> I ran upstairs towards the room to cry my eyes out and I could hear Stella and Victoria laughing behind me. I was&#039;t crying because he has a mistress, I was crying because I felt humiliated.<br /> WHO AM I KIDDING?<br /> I fell in love with Hector the moment I saw his pictures for the very first time. After I had made an oath to my dad, I was restless because I had no idea about the man I was marrying. I wanted to at least have a face to my future husband. So I googled him and found several pictures of him on the internet. There were several pictures of him in different countries, helping out in their crises. The media proclaimed he had a heart of gold and only had good things to say about him. He was personally involved in a lot of charity organizations and he owned a non-profitable hospital for the poor community.<br /> There wasn&#039;t a single picture of him with any woman. BECAUSE according to the paparazzi, they had never caught him with any woman before. He had kept his personal life private.<br /> I don&#039;t know when exactly, but I had immediately fallen in love with him after readying all the good things he was doing for people without getting to meet him in person.<br /> More tears escaped my eyes as I relished my stupidity. No man could ever be that kind, it&#039;s all just a facade for idiots like me, and I fell for it.<br /> My room has been taken away from me, because he doesn&#039;t give about me or my feelings.<br /> What am I saying? It was never my room in the first place. The owner of the room is back and he wants me out of it. I decided to dry my tears and start parking out as soon as possible and move into the guest room next door.<br /> After hours of immense hard work trying to pack and transfer all my stuff to the free guest room. I was completely exhausted, but I finally finished parking all my stuff. Glad that I wasn&#039;t interrupted by Hector and his doll.<br /> I returned back to Hector&#039;s room to get the last of my stuff. I picked up the box and walked out of the room, only to bump into Victoria, my husband&#039;s Mistress.<br /> &quot;Watch where you are going bimbo.&quot; She snapped at me. &quot;Don&#039;t take your anger out on me, it&#039;s not my fault your husband sent you packing out of your room.&quot;<br /> I took a deep breath, ignoring her and tried to walk away. She cursed and suddenly pushed me down the floor. All my books scattered around me, and I groaned in pain as I noticed the little bruise on my arm.<br /> &quot;What&#039;s going on here?&quot; My eyes swang to the door as Hector walked up to us, looking suspiciously at the both of us before he noticed my bruised arm. For a moment, it seemed as if he was worried about me and wanted to check my arm, but then he withdrew his hand and stepped back.<br /> He had changed out of his black suit and was now wearing a causal tshirt and jeans. His hair was still wet from his recent shower. I realized that he hadn&#039;t come into his room to change. He showered and dressed somewhere else. He was clearly avoiding not to see me.<br /> &quot;She tried to push me, Hector, I had defended myself from her. Which resulted in her falling down.&quot; Victoria shamelessly tried to lie to me. &quot;She suddenly became crazy and attacked me.&quot;<br /> I gasped at her lies, totally shocked. &quot;That&#039;s not true! You pushed me first!&quot;<br /> I made a move to grab her by the arm and demand she say the truth about what really happened, but Hector suddenly grabbed my arms instead and shook me. He was looming over me, suppressing me with his height.<br /> &quot;When did you become an angel of falsehood?&quot; Hector snarled, our faces barely touching. &quot;Stop telling lies, girl. I hate liars, and Victoria is not that type of woman. You are just an attention seeker.&quot;<br /> Swallowing the sudden tears that gagged my throat at the accusation. I have never been called a liar before.<br /> Tears welled up in my eyes as I bit my lower lip and tried as best as I could not to show any emotion. I couldn&#039;t understand how this whole situation was turned against me, when I was the victim here.<br /> In a fit of anger, I shoved his hands away. &quot;Don&#039;t touch me! How dare you accuse me without hearing from both sides. I am a Santez, and I don&#039;t lie. Ever.&quot;<br /> There was almost a flicker of guilt but it disappeared just as it had appeared.<br /> I bent down and picked my books up from the floor, got up, turned around and walked out of there. I was so angry at both of them that i almost walked past my new room.<br /> Once inside my bedroom, I shut the door and released the tears I was trying so badly to hold back for a while. It came pouring down my face as I changed into my pajamas and climbed up on my new bed to sleep.<br /> <br /> Hours into sleeping, I suddenly woke up to screams and banging on the walls. I immediately sat up and listened, then it hit me like a wreaking ball. The sound was coming from Hector&#039;s room and it wasn&#039;t screaming.<br /> No. On the contrary, it was clearly without a doubt the sound of s*x. MOANING....<br /> &quot;Yessss... More baby!&quot; Moaning.<br /> &quot;Right there babyyyy...... f**k me harder!&quot; More Moaning...<br /> &quot;Can She relax you like this baby? Can she make you clamix? Tell me you don&#039;t want her! Tell me you want only me! clamix for me baby and Scream my name while you clamix!&quot;<br /> &quot;Victoria, you feel so good!&quot; Hearing Hector&#039;s moaning to Victoria&#039;s name was the last straw.<br /> I rushed out of the room and I continued running, fleeing from the suffocating atmosphere of pain. I ran till I was hit by the outside breeze, and I noticed I was beside the pool. I sat down on the edge and cried my heart out, sobbing uncontrollably.<br /> In less than twenty-four hours I&#039;d cried more times than I could count. Why am I so affected by this? I&#039;ve only met him once. I shouldn&#039;t be hurting, like this. I always knew he was with his mistress, so why am I more affected now? I feel miserable.<br /> I can&#039;t go on like this...

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