Taste My Vengeance
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My father once said that I'm lucky because I had married a man that has a lot of money, owns a house and lot, a successful businessman and have a pretty face. In short, he's the ideal man of everyone. But for me, he's not. Why?
The day that I married him, my life started to became hell.
He always beat me up, treated me like a dog, maltreating me with his mistress like I'm not a human.
But now that I am already free form that hellish house.
" I will make them suffer and 'Taste My Vengeance.'"
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