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Chapter 1 I Didn't Cheat on You
Chapter 1 I Didn't Cheat on You
Chapter 1 I Didn't Cheat on You
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Freya Brooks felt so bad, as if she was being roasted on the fire.
She was drowsy, grasping an arm in a daze.
When she was about to ask for help, a strong man-smell reached her nostrils. Before she opened her mouth widely, a strange man kissed her.
She wanted to resist instinctively but was stopped. The man forced her to French kiss him with his tongue.
She should have said no to a strange man's kiss...
But why did she feel so excited?
Next, she was struck by a stabbing pain in the lower part of her body...
The pain gripped her...
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In the morning, the golden sunlight illuminated all the decorations in the luxurious room through the royal-style curtains...
Clothes were thrown on the white carpet randomly, and there was a faint scent of sex in the air.
On the bed, the slender figure of the girl loomed in the gold-banded quilt.
She had a small oval face and strongly defined features, with her skin as smooth as velvet. There were faint red marks on her shoulder blades covered by her black hair.
To be specific, she had the marks like cherry blossoms all over her body.
In the deep sleep, she suddenly heard the door be slammed. Although she was reluctant to open her eyes, she consciously forced herself to wake up.
The moment she opened her eyes, she saw her husband, Edgar Dawson, look fierce outside the magnificent door. His mother Madeline Dawson and his sister Heather Dawson stood beside him in astonishment.
"Edgar..." Freya wiped her eyes. When she noticed the sheets, quilt, floor, and furnishings of the entire room, her mind went blank for a moment.
This was not her room. Where was this?
"Edgar... Where is this?" she asked the man with a sullen face at the door.
Edgar sneered with contempt and then asked angrily, "How dare you ask me where this is? Tell me whom you had sex with last night!"
Sex?
Freya narrowed her eyes and tried to recall what had happened last night. However, she couldn't remember anything except that she drank with Amber Fletcher in a coffee shop.
At this moment, Heather and Madeline came in from behind Edgar. The latter said to the former, "Heather, take a photo of your sister-in-law who slept with another man."
Slept with another man? Freya was shocked.
"I... I didn't..." Freya shook her head violently and wanted to explain.
At this time, her mother-in-law Madeline came to bed and pulled her long hair up. Freya raised her neck in pain, revealing more than a dozen hickeys on her chest and neck covered by her long hair.
"Take pictures of all of them," Madeline said to her daughter.
Heather photographed Freya and said with a sneer, "Freya, you had a great time last night!"
Freya lowered her head in pain, looking at the scars on her chest. She could not remember when she got them, but some shameful images appeared in her mind. She thought it was a dream...
Obviously, it was not.
She looked at Edgar's handsome face in panic, only to find he looked sullen and stared at her coldly, as if staring at a piece of garbage. "Very well, Freya Brooks. You have only been married for half a year. How dare you cheat on me? I don't care who you slept with last night... Get ready for a divorce!" Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
When he finished, he opened the door and left immediately in disgust. He didn't even want to give her another look.
Freya suddenly looked pale.
Divorce?
"No, Edgar. Listen to me... It's not like this..." Freya was utterly naked. She held the quilt tightly to cover her body, trying to chase after him.
At this moment, she was pushed down on the bed by someone. It was her mother-in-law Madeline. Freya looked at her in astonishment, "Madeline..."
"Stop calling me, bitch! How dare you cheat on my son? You disgraced our family's name. I won't allow you to be part of the Dawson Family!"