"Honey, I love you, I will make you the happiest bride in this world."

"I want to stay with you only, forever."

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"Why, why, why you did this to me, I already have our baby, I hate you, you are such a suck up!" She cut her hair desperately and kills her baby, paralyzed staying in the corner, weeping for the baby who dies before coming to this world.

"Be dressed! Don't tell me that woman ever dressed in her life. She stood in the middle of the room while her bonne—no, her husband—it must have been a man—threw her clothes at her. She then did her cheap lace wigs with her fingers, and rubbed her bra under the bed. I know she did, as well as if I had assisted at the orgy."

Who is she? A good question to begin with. She is just a creature. There were at least half-a-dozen men round her, and she appeared to be going to sleep in their midst.

She is called the Blooding Rose. Every night, men would call her name and ask for service. She doesn't refuse to serve for anyone, old & young, ugly & handsome, dirty & inspected; Men suck her juice and she sucks men's body, this is just an exchange of demands and supply. She is look like a money hunter but men hunt her body, her soul.

Tonight I meet her in the nightclub, and I also call her to serve for me. She steps closely with wriggling her body, cold and revolting. I can't see anything true on her but the real lace wigs , she smokes in my hair and does the lap dance in front of me. I feel very frustrated and crazy. But I see the blood drops in her heart, I can not control myself, and I got the impulse to drag her body and tear her disgusting wigs for black women. Son of bitch!

If you are so interested in the question who is her husband? Go and call God, this man should be convicted to a death sentence. He should be in the hell.

I would rather save my wife and our child with my death. God, please forgive me!