THE SINFUL PEOPLE - PART 7 (Patreon)

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Note: This story is intended for mature audiences (18+) and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

Part 7: Leave

At that moment, I determined that: I am a sinful person! There's no way back. My last layer of defense has dropped. I no longer want to resist Wilfred Doyle. Just in this moment, this sinful person wants to entrust her entire body to him, just because of a temptation caused by the devil... Wilfred Doyle sees me as a woman!

That is what I have always wanted for so long. Why have I tried so hard but have never been recognized by my husband? Even for once in my life, I still wish Dorian Valdez would see me as a woman! That's right, I don't even need the title of his wife, his only woman. Just once, my small wish is to be seen as a woman. That's how I know that all my efforts, what I have used in exchange, are worth it.

Wilfred Doyle is also just a sinful human being. For a man who had an affair behind his wife's back, everything he said was unreliable. But... at this moment, I'm clinging to his words. We are all sinful people!

At this point, Wilfred Doyle inserted his cock inside me. I winced in pain, but had no intention of stopping him. He kissed my cheek as a way to reassure me.

“This is really your first time, right? It seems that you have accepted me. Don't worry, I never intended to harm you, much less do I care about Dorian Valdez. I will give you what Dorian Valdez cannot. I just want to make you happy, as a way of expressing my admiration for the beauty that captivated me in a moment. I know, we are all sinners who betrayed our spouses. But I only ask you for tonight… we will become fallen people!”

When Wilfred Doyle's cock was all the way inside me, reaching my prostate, his hips began to undulate. Every time he moves, my heart feels like it's about to flip over. They say that those who listen to the devil's advice will be eternally exiled to hell. But now, I can only vaguely see paradise before my eyes. After all, before the primal pleasure, the human defense layer is just a very fragile thing.

As a last resort, I am determined not to submit to Wilfred Doyle. I can let myself go and let him do whatever he wants. But I will not proactively relieve his physiological needs. And it seems like he didn't ask me to do it either.

After the pleasure, Wilfred Doyle pulled my light body into the bathroom. We soaked in a warm bath. He sat behind me, actively helping me scrub away the stains we created.

Wilfred Doyle hugged my body from behind: “I wish we could have met sooner. I'm sure I can make you happier than Dorian Valdez. Anyone can do better than him! But in the end it was just a dream. This is the first and last time we do this. I can't betray my wife again. I'm sorry for dragging you into sin. I can only partially compensate for my sins by giving your husband a larger share of the profits from our cooperation.”

Since I let myself go, I haven't said a single word. Even when Wilfred Doyle left this place, I could only glance after him, until he was completely out of sight. I wonder, what are the feelings inside me right now? Am I feeling sorry? In the end, what is my purpose in life? Live for others but let yourself suffer a lot of frustration, or live for yourself? Will my sin today drag me into the dark abyss, or is it the door to my own liberation?

Faced with the chaotic thoughts in my mind, I lay helplessly on the sofa. I put my face in my hands and cried loudly. Does a sinner like me have the right to pursue happiness? Just once I stepped into the area of sin, I couldn't get out. I'm just a weak woman who isn't even recognized as a woman. My doubts are proof that I am sinking deeper and deeper into sin.

That same night, I packed up all my belongings, completely erased my existence from the house and left. I also left my bank card and a handwritten letter on the table. Over the years, except for my parents' hospital bills and a little living expenses, I haven't touched a penny at all. Today, I will return it all to my husband. A sinner like me no longer has the right to be with my husband...

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After a night of self-relief, Dorian Valdez returned home in a happy mood. Last night's congratulatory party marked an important milestone in his career. Soon, Dorian Valdez will reach his father's heights. Indeed, the path that Dorian Valdez chose was the right one. Women are just a place for him to relieve himself, he doesn't need any woman to interfere in his life.

Arriving at the front gate, Dorian Valdez found the gate unlocked. His mouth mumbled complaints about the carelessness of Lucy Qualls, his stupid nominal wife. As soon as he thought of Lucy Qualls, all his happy feelings disappeared.

After parking the car in the garage, Dorian Valdez rushed into the house with an angry face. Unexpectedly, the person he saw was not Lucy Qualls but Sterling Valdez, his respected father.

“Dad, why did you come to my house without telling me so we can clean up first? My house is a bit messy…”

Sterling Valdez interrupted Dorian Valdez: “No… this house has never been messy… Lucy Qualls always cleans it every day. I can't even find a speck of dust.”

“Ah yes… Lucy Qualls… Honey, dad is home, why don't you make tea for him?” – Dorian Valdez exclaimed loudly. His tone was somewhat gentle.

Suddenly, Sterling Valdez slammed his hand on the table: “That's enough! You don't need to act in front of me anymore! You never loved Lucy Qualls! You can't even give your father a grandchild to hold! I advise you to find a wife so that you don't have to suffer a lonely life like me. You don't need to use a fake marriage to deal with me!”

Dorian Valdez was a little scared. Since he was a child, he was always afraid of his father, even though he rarely scolded him. “Dad, you already know everything? Did she… Lucy Qualls… tell you everything?”

Sterling Valdez held up the letter and bank card in front of Dorian Valdez. “First of all, let me apologize. I didn't know this was a letter sent to you by Lucy Qualls, so I accidentally read it. Wait until I leave and read it yourself. Don't blame Lucy Qualls. She has endured so much bitterness for so long but still swallows the bitterness, never complaining or telling anyone about her suffering. Instead, you should blame yourself for dragging her into your drama!”

Dorian Valdez appeared unconvinced. “If you knew everything, then you would also know her… Lucy Qualls is just a man! He used to be an employee under a subsidiary. Yes, I dragged him into this drama, but it was nothing more or less than an exchange. Thanks to this exchange, he got everything he wanted, right? His parents were cured, he himself had a rich life, he didn't have to work to enjoy himself, he could buy whatever he liked. Clearly, this is a bargain for him…”

Sterling Valdez once again interrupted Dorian Valdez, but this time with a huge slap to his face. He gritted his teeth in anger. “I remember very clearly, I never taught you to look down on anyone! Why do you use a superior's perspective to evaluate Lucy Qualls's feelings? Have you ever seen her happy because of the ‘happy life’ that you painted?! Think carefully and see!”

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