Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Chapter 0161

Mark, that excuse for a man, would never be able to satisfy my sexual appetite. I knew how many men I'd done anyway with just because they'd always left me wanting more.

Now the man I was to marry was going to be living in a wheelchair? Then I'd be the one to care for him like a nanny? Oh hell no. Never in my life. Just the thought of being trapped in an alliance with him made my skin crawl. If only I'd disagreed to the union from the very beginning then all of this wouldn't be happening.

More anger resurged in me when I imagined the mocking looks and hushed whispers from my circle of wealthy friends when news spread that the "goody-two-shoes Sandra Henderson" had settled for a limp. impotent husband. I'd be the punchline of every joke that would be made.

It was unacceptable. Unbearable. I had to make my father see reason, no matter what it took to open his eyes to Mark's glaring inadequacies.

In the hospital, the nurses were pulling him into a seated position on the bed before they lifted him like a rag doll and deposited him into the awaiting wheelchair. I almost gagged at the sight.

Just look at that.

"There we go, all set," the younger nurse said with an empty smile. "We'll be back to check on you in a bit,Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Torres. Try to get some fresh air if you can."

He sat slumped in his chair and stared vacantly at the floor.

"You."

My voice seemed to have startled him from his thoughts. He looked at me and his eyes looked somewhat lost and empty.

"W-who are you?” he asked hesitantly.

I froze, thinking quickly. So even the rumors that he'd lost his memories were true? This made me furious all over again. I shrugged quickly out of my coat, letting it puddle on the floor, and walked towards him. When I reached him, I threw one leg over his lap and straddled him against the metal frame of the wheelchair, cradling his stubbled face between my palms and crashed my mouth over his in a demanding

kiss.

Mark didn't flinch or try to push me off, simply allowing the aggressive kiss with a kind of confused detachment. His shallow breaths remained steady and even as I ground myself shamelessly against him. I could feel no reflexive hardening between his legs. No flare of arousal, just limp and impotent.

"God damn it!" I scoffed, scrambling off his lap in disgust.

Lactually pitied him for a second before that feeling twisted into resentment.

Furiously, I unzipped his pants and reached inside, and pulled out his penis with little to ho enthusiasm. It was of a very impressive size, that much I could praise But despite its size and girth, and no matter how hard I squeezed or caressed it, it remained flaccid and unresponsive.

There was simply nothing inside it worth feeling except for his pulses throbbing against my fingertips.

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Chapter 0161

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I even tried to stroked it with both hands! I started at the base and worked my way up to the head. I even tried stroking it as roughly as I could, just maybe, I might be able to coax some life into the lump of useless flesh. But there was no response either.

Mark just stared at my efforts with a hollow and dispassionate gaze

"You've lost it, haven't you?" I sneered, ripping my hand free from him in revulsion. "You've lost your manhood and everything that could bring me satisfaction as a wife. So listen closely, it's over between us. Then I loomed over his withered form, crossing my arms under my breasts.

"Well? Don't you have anything to say? Any defense for yourself as a respectable husband-to-be?" I said sarcastically.

Mark blinked slowly, then gave a faint shake of his head. "I'm sorry I can't give you what you want, you're right. We should call off the engagement."

Brilliant, I thought. I had proof to show my father now.

Swinging my legs around and turning for the exit, I saw Sydney, looking stunned.

"And what the fuck is it you're staring at me like that for? Get out of my way. This impotent man is yours now," I sneered and stormed out.