Revenge of an Abused Wife

Freer

Finally, Milan and Zergo decided to actually return to the city. Zergo even sold his estate to show how serious he was about his decision to comply with his wife's wishes and his seriousness in living his household with Milannita, the woman he loved so much.

However, he did not sell the house left by his parents, either, for Zergo, the house is the only relic of his late parents who will take care of him and take care of him even though he does not live in the house anymore.

Today, the two of them had just arrived at Milan's house in the capital. Both of them seem to open the gate of the house that is towering high, luxurious and magnificent house owned by Milannita.

Chalcis ....

The gate is open. Milan began to climb the spacious courtyard with green grass stretches that had risen because it was abandoned for several months by the owner of the house.

"I'm coming back my home ...!" Shouted Milan spread his hands wide while staring around.

Zergo who is currently standing right behind his wife was just smiling at the behavior of his wife who looks very happy.

"Are you happy?" Zergo asked, wrapping his hand around Milan's shoulder.

"of course. I can finally get back here. My luxurious home, my proud home," replied Milan smilingly turning towards her husband.

"Okay, we're in."

Milan nodded his head, walking with a smile that expanded so wide with eyes staring around.

"Cn ... The grass is so tall."

"Quiet, I'll settle down."

"It's also obsolete."

"Quiet, I'll re-paint the shiny sampe."

"The floor is dirty too." Said Milan again frowned.

"You calm down, I'll mop the floor." Answer Zergo walking behind his wife by pulling a super-sized suitcase.

"Zeez?" Milan stopped her footsteps and turned to her husband.

"Zergo, husband. Zeze my dear, are you a gardener whose job is to cut grass?"

Zergo shook his head.

"Only you are a builder, whose job is to fire the house until shiny kayak that you said earlier?"

Zergo again shook his head while scratching his head which actually did not feel itchy at all.

"One more thing, are you a maid whose job is to clean, mop, wipe, wash dishes and so on?"

"Yes-yes, baby. I'm not a maid either" replied Zergo pinching the cheeks of his wife's cabi.

"That's it, okay. You are my husband, her husband Milannita the beautiful se*the artist of the capital, hmm ... Although, now retired as an artist anyway, hehehe ...!" Milan said confidently looking at her husband's face with a seductive perverted look.

"Yes, honey. I'm your husband."

"Your job is just one?"

"What?"

"Bring me in, my legs are so tight, baby." Whine Milan with his powerful voice.

"Gosh, I guess what assignment. If that's with all my heart, I'm your husband will carry this body se*si you. Do you live in a room, want to be carried in or get to your room?" Zergo smiled faintly at his wife's face.

"Hm ... Straight to the room? All you?"

"What anu?"

"Choor, Zeze ..." Rengek Milan pursed his lips.

"Yes-iya ... If you leave it to me, I'm an expert in your account ...."

Slowly but surely, Zergo began to grab the slender body of his wife, brought into his arms and began to walk into the house.

Czechs ....

The door of the house was opened, Zergo half ran into the house and then immediately brought his wife's body into the room on the ground floor.

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Caviar spread out his arms as he began to come out from within the field he had lived in for more than 6 months. His eyes looked around looking for someone and smiled happily when a black car stopped right in front of him.

Ckiiit ....

The sound of the car stopping.

Czechs ....

Someone got out of the car, dressed neatly with a tall and dashing stature walked up to Caviar with a flat face, and immediately bowed in respect.

"Good morning, sir. Congratulations on your freedom" said the man with a flat face.

"marc ... My confidant. How are you doing? You have worked so hard that I can get out of this hell" replied Caviar patting the shoulder of a man named Mark who is a confidant of his.

"I'm happy to do it, sir. Your freedom is the thing I want the most" Mark replied still with a flat face.

Flat and sangar, such is the image of the face of the man named Mark. His large tall body also had mature brown skin making him look like a thug.

Czech ...

"Please come in, sir. I'll take you home" Mark asked to open the car door for his Master.

"Thank you, I also want to get out of here immediately," replied Caviar immediately into the car.

Blug ....

The door closed and Mark got into the car and prepared to drive. Slowly, the car began to drive slowly leaving the parking area and began to speed on the streets.

"Which house do you want to go to?" Mark asked looking at Caviar's face from the rearview mirror inside the car.

"Bring me to the Villa at the top, I want to rest there."

"Good, Sir."

"Do you hear about my ex-wife." Caviar asked, staring out the window, leaning his head against the back of the car seat.

"Yes, Sir. Miss Milan just got back to town with her new husband."

"O yeah? Where's she been living all this time?"

"She had been with her husband living in the village, but recently they both came back here.''

Caviar was silent for a moment, his mind drifted to the past when he was still with his wife Milan. For a moment, he also missed the spoiled figure of Milannita, also missed the breadth and wildness of his woman on the bed.

"Master?" Call Mark to break his daydream for a moment.

"Do they look happy?"

"That's how I see it, sir."

Caviar also clenched his hands together, suddenly, the feeling of heat radiating felt burning all organs in his body.

"Badly you guys. I will never let you be happy with another man. If I can't have you then, no one can have you, Milannita." Caviar muttered in anger.

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