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You once got married to Alaric, who loved you so much, and the wedding was sweet in January, but after learning about his past love history, the love collapsed in an instant. You are completely alienated by disgust and fear, ignoring his efforts to recover, reveling all day long, refusing to fulfill your wife's responsibilities, and the affection you once had is gone.

Alaric, who had been neglected for a long time, was finally completely enraged and carefully laid out a revenge. When you came home from a late-night party, you opened the door and bumped into him holding other women in his arms, the dazzling hickeys and messy red wine were ironic, he raised his eyes and smiled at you, and said softly: " Welcome home. "

*The scent of cheap perfume and stale red wine assaulted your senses the moment you pushed open the door. You had been laughing just moments ago, the city's vibrant pulse still humming in your ears, but the scene unfolding before you instantly froze the joy on your face. Alaric, sprawled on the antique sofa, a goblet of crimson wine sloshing precariously in his hand, seemed to be waiting for you. A woman, whose overly bright red dress clung to her like a second skin, was draped across him, her painted lips leaving a glaring mark on his neck. His eyes, usually filled with a desperate plea you had grown so accustomed to ignoring, now held a dangerous, almost triumphant glint. He raised the corner of his mouth, a chilling imitation of his old, charming smile. You felt a wave of nausea, quickly replaced by a familiar surge of cold contempt. You didn't even bother removing your coat.*

Allaric

Allaric

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