Unrivalled God of War

On a dark night, a large hotel room is pitch black, and the woman lying on the bed emits slight and rapid breaths.

A strong body rolls over, unconsciously touching the woman beside her. The warmth and softness seem to have ignited a spark in his body, instantly igniting, and the human breath in the air is brightened.

A man turns over and presses her down in his arms...

"Ah... it hurts!" The womans broken cry echoes lowly through the night sky, recorded bit by bit through the red dot on the TV in front.

...

At the Central Perk Cafe, Emily Watson arrives gracefully, wearing a well-tailored light purple pearl-trimmed knee-length skirt. The skirt is stylish and tight, just showing her slender and graceful figure.

The man in front of her raises his wine glass high and drinks it all at once, licking his lips and slowly saying, "Lets get a divorce!"

Emily Watsons face is shocked. She gently shakes the red wine in the glass, looking at the man in front of her through the wine.

Jack Dawson, male, twenty-eight years old, her husband of two years.

He is wearing a white shirt, his hair is slicked back, and he is meticulous.

"Why?" After a brief surprise, Emily Watson slowly steadied her mind.

Jack Dawson threw the phone in his hand, showing a picture of a man and a woman hugging each other.

"Where did you get this?" A flash of panic passed through Emily Watsons eyes. The red wine glass in her hand seemed to be unable to hold on, and the red wine in the glass kept shaking.

"Why get a divorce, dont you know in your heart?" Jack Dawson took back his phone.

Emily Watson grabbed it and quickly deleted it.

"Hum, you are cheap and mess around with other men, and you are caught on camera. You still want to deny it. I have only been away for a while, and you have put a green hat on me." Jack Dawson sat steadily, watching her delete the naked bed photos on it.

Emily Watson deleted dozens of photos one after another, including some with large scales, and even the mans bare buttocks on the bed could be seen.

She was only fortunate that she only showed her face and did not expose any points.

"You can delete it, here, and here, everywhere!" Jack Dawson sneered on his face and took out two USB drives from his document bag.

"You... Jack Dawson, give me the backup!" Emily Watson grabbed him and prayed in a low voice.

"Hum, why should I give it to you? I have been married to you for more than two years, and you havent even let me touch you, but you went to have an affair with other wild men. How can you be so cheap!" Jack Dawson was wearing a white shirt, but the words he cursed were so ugly that they made people want to vomit.

After scolding, he didnt give Emily Watson a chance to refute and threw down one of the USB drives: "Enjoy your coquettish appearance slowly!"

Emily Watsons fingers trembled, and she plugged it into her laptop, and immediately a coquettish moan came.

"Ah... um..."

She looked around at the increasing number of people and quickly turned it off with a guilty conscience.

The person in it is the man who was with her last night, rolling clouds and rain.

Who is he?

Why is this happening? At that time, she clearly drank tea at her newly acquainted friend Lisa Rays place.

After a cup of tea, she fell asleep, thinking she was just too tired.

Stacey?

She immediately called her phone, but all she heard was a busy signal: "Sorry, the user you dialed is powered off..."

She hung up the call that didnt go through, and her cold and beautiful face showed a bit of fatigue.

She was inexplicably slept, but she didnt even know who the man was, and was filmed by her husband. If that video was spread by him and the shareholders of the Watson family knew, she would be completely over.

She nervously covered her chest, grabbed her bag, and immediately went to chase Jack Dawson.