The Wife's Agony
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  • مقروء 983,223
  • صوت 17,096
  • أجزاء 40
إكمال، تم نشرها في ينا ٠٢, ٢٠١٦
للبالغين
I'm Hillary Rayne Olivar. Maganda. Sexy. Mayaman. Matalino pero nagpakatanga sa iisang lalaki na paulit-ulit lang akong niloloko.
  
Naranasan mo na bang magmahal? Naranasan mo na rin bang magpakatanga sa isang lalaki na walang ginawa kundi balewalain ka?
  
I don't want to give up even it hurts so much.
  
Yung tipong sobrang sakit na pero ayaw mo pa ring bumitaw kasi may pinang-hahawakan ka at yung tipong sa sobrang sakit, masasanay ka nalang hanggang sa hindi mo na maramdaman na nasasaktan ka pala.
  
Should I give up or continue chasing him?
  
Sino ang pipiliin ko? Ang lalaking mahal ako? O ang lalaking minahal ako nang mawala ako?


This is not your typical martyr story.
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