Spicy Wife
CHAPTER 79

" The money I'll send after this, tomorrow it won't be too late again, and don't let me be disappointed, or I'll no longer make you my mistress again. " The middle-aged man said while buttoning his shirt after a heated struggle with Mona. For more than a month, Mona has been hanging out with middle-aged men who used to adore her.

" I'll send you more money, you go to the doctor to take good care of your core because it feels like it's getting loose. " The man sauntered away leaving Mona who was downcast holding back the anger also aching in her heart.

" Why is it like this? " Mona gripped the thick blanket he was using to cover his innocent body which was now filled with red marks of the former middle-aged man he was serving. At first he thought he would only serve the men until he got out of economic hardship, but who would have thought that the economy would never improve, and make it seem as if he had no other choice but to do it all. His cosmetics store is almost bankrupt, not yet his personal needs are all expensive, but fortunately his father has started to open a small business, small business, so he did not feel too guilty for giving money from selling his body to them.

Mona looked to the side where her phone was. He sighed while holding back the throbbing pain in his chest. The man he had been serving was apparently quite a lot of money, but the most important message was to take care of the core parts that were felt to be loose. Insulted? Yes, he felt humiliated even though he could not refute the insults.

" If Shen hadn't come back after the accident, I wouldn't have been, I would have sat quietly enjoying my days as Mrs Arnold. I really hate you, Shen! " Mona threw away her phone, then covered her face with both palms while crying bitterly.

Bruk!

Mona dropped herself in a sitting position on her bed as soon as she got home. His gaze briefly felt empty, but soon began to look bitter. He walked slowly to the bathroom, then took off all his clothes to clean himself because he had not had time at the hotel. He was silent looking at his body which was left behind a lot of red stains.

" Old bastard! " Mona clenched strongly in vexation unable to find any impingement. It was so sad to see his body that had already been touched by some middle-aged man for the sake of his survival. The body that I admire a lot of people, the face that makes many people envious, now why is it such worthless at all? Isn't it true that every time I finish doing it with Arnold, he'll feel happy to see the red marks on his body? Is it because that guy isn't as handsome and valiant as Arnold so he hates it? Or is it because the body feels dirty? Or because he hates the situation? I don't know! God probably knows.

Soon Mona cleanses her body harshly and repeatedly rubs it hoping that the red stains, along with the memory of the disgusting middle-aged man, disappear from her brain. Not knowing what her life would be like, Mona definitely felt it was no longer possible to think about anything else now.

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" Tell me, did you do it?! " Marisa showed me a picture that made her unable to cry anymore. The picture was of Mona and one of the middle-aged men who was having sex.

" Who let you check my phone? " Digo stared intently at Marisa who was crying while showing the phone screen containing a photo of Mona and a man, fortunately the previous message has been deleted, the inner Digo.

" That's not the problem, Digo. It doesn't matter why I can check your phone, now just tell me, why are you doing this?! Whyyy?! You promised not to do anything to my family, why did you break your promise?! " Marisa held back her chest fireworks that were not due to regulate her breathing to sting a few times while talking earlier.

Digo was silent for a moment, he looked back at the two eyes of Marisa who looked so disappointed. Digo let out a long sigh, grabbed the phone from Marisa's hand, then turned around intending to leave her room. Not that she didn't want to answer, it was just that Marisa looked messed up, so she thought that Marisa would definitely not believe anything with what she said later.

" A step away from this room without explanation, I really won't make your son born, Digo. "

The deg!

Digo's footsteps stopped, his hand that was about to reach the door handle was also floating in the air for a few seconds before he turned his body back to look at Marisa who was getting more chaotic.

" Why are you doing this? " Marisa gripped the pregnant negligent cloth she was using for fear that the answer would be as she thought.

Digo smiled obliquely.

" I did want to make your sister poor, but who would have thought that she was even poor first, and she also became the mistress of some men now. That was the path your brother chose, certainly not my fault. "

Marisa wiped her tears, she sighed hoping to slightly reduce all the resentment she had accumulated in her chest.

" Digo, I know you interfered so my brother could make it this way. "

Digo swallowed his saliva expressionlessly.

" Your brother is a fool, can't he refuse? Or come to me, and beg, maybe I'll be a little compassionate. "

Marisa clenched her hands tightly, her eyes increasingly pouring though not a single sound could be heard from her lips. It hurts, it hurts so much Digo's words just now. Yes, she knew that Mona had done something wrong to hurt her sister, but was it not enough to make her sister like this? The savings of several men, not to mention the words of Digo who seemed to drop once the self-esteem that should belong to the family.

" Digo, I know, I know very well that my brother, as well as our family, is very far from you. I also understand my brother has made a big mistake, but what about you? I'm your victim, Digo. " Marisaa pointed to herself, words with quivering lips held back the crying that had almost burst apart.

" You're busy judging others, and what about your mistakes? Do you think you're free to do anything because you have money? Digo, you're not God, please don't punish anyone else because it's not your job. "

Digo gripped Marisa's chin firmly, looking at her angrily, no matter how Marisa felt pain in silence.

" Stop talking too much! I treated you gently too because of my mother's insistence, so don't get me wrong, you're still a toy to me, you understand? " Digo moved his hand away from Marisa's chin violently.

" Okay, I understand now. From this day on, do as you please, for every action will be recompensed from the Lord. "

Digo came out of the room with an angry face.

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