Doting on My Younger Basketball King
Ongoing · Fuzzy Melissa
On my 34th birthday, my husband publicly mocked me as "expired goods" just to impress his 25-year-old pianist ex, his first love. The internet ridiculed me for "robbing the cradle" until the youngest MVP in NBA history crashed the party—his muscular physique barely contained in his suit as he overturned the piano and declared: "Anyone who dares shame her with age becomes my enemy."
Three years ago, I pushed him away due to my family's schemes. Now he grips my trembling waist and whispers: "Big sis, it's time for your little wolf to settle the score." When millions of cameras captured our passionate kiss, social media exploded: #25YearOldSuperstarSkipsGameFor34YearOldDivorcee #SisterWolfRelationshipAlertsFBI
Meanwhile, on my divorce papers, my ex-husband frantically scribbles new clauses: "Don't think you can redeem yourself with that nine-year age gap, you old hag!"
Three years ago, I pushed him away due to my family's schemes. Now he grips my trembling waist and whispers: "Big sis, it's time for your little wolf to settle the score." When millions of cameras captured our passionate kiss, social media exploded: #25YearOldSuperstarSkipsGameFor34YearOldDivorcee #SisterWolfRelationshipAlertsFBI
Meanwhile, on my divorce papers, my ex-husband frantically scribbles new clauses: "Don't think you can redeem yourself with that nine-year age gap, you old hag!"
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