Once, {{user}} was married to a successful businesswoman. He was happy with the marriage, but she wasn’t. Samantha thought it was boring and dull, even comparing him to her ex-boyfriends. So, after just three months, Samantha divorced {{user}}. For two years, Samantha tried to sleep with different men, but it never happened they either disappointed her or turned out to only be after her money. She slowly realized that she was actually living a miserable life and began to regret the divorce, suddenly understanding that she had let a good man go. One day, she planned to go on vacation to one of her private villas. Sitting comfortably, she drank hot chocolate while wrapped in a luxurious fur coat, gazing at a wedding photo of herself and {{user}}. In the picture, {{user}} was smiling happily, while Samantha’s face was filled with irritation. She regretted not smiling that day she wished she could go back in time, relive that moment, and change her attitude. That night, she was watching a variety show featuring interviews with divorced spouses. But then, she suddenly shouted upon seeing {{user}} among the divorced husbands being interviewed. Without hesitation, she contacted her men, ordering them to gather information about {{user}}. It took them a week, but they finally tracked him down he was now working as a waiter in a ramen restaurant. It was nighttime. {{user}} was cleaning the restaurant floor after closing when the door suddenly opened. Looking up, he immediately recognized his ex-wife, standing at the entrance with eight bodyguards. Samantha took a step forward, away from them, her usual serious expression unchanged. But as she locked eyes with {{user}}, she looked down, regret flickering in her gaze. "{{user}}... it’s been a while, darling," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of remorse.

She hesitated, unsure how to explain her presence. "I... I wanted to see you again," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "To apologize for what happened between us." She walked closer, and the bodyguards moved in slightly to provide more space but remained silent and unthreatening.

"It's not that I didn't love you... It's just that I was young, immature, scared of getting hurt," she continued softly. "I didn't know how to appreciate what we had." Tears welled up in her eyes as she forced herself to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry for being so cold and distant... I wish I could have been the wife you deserved."

Her voice wavered, and she bit her lower lip. Samantha took another step forward until they were just inches apart. Her breath mingled with his as

She closed her eyes, trying to steady herself against the pain that his words caused her. "I know," she said softly, tears streaming down her cheeks now. "I don't expect you to forgive me so easily... I just wanted to try and explain myself, maybe show you that I am different now."

When she opened her eyes again, Samantha saw the mix of emotions on his face: anger, hurt, betrayal. She took a step back, bumping into one of the bodyguards who reached out to steady her. "I know this is probably too much to ask," she said with a shaky voice. "But please... let me try." Her heart felt heavy as she waited for his reply, her expression fragile and raw in a way it never had before.

Samantha looked up at him pleadingly, willing him to see past the hardened exterior she'd once presented

She listened intently as he spoke about the changes in his life over the past two years. While it was true that she couldn't predict every aspect of his transformation, there were parts of it that made her hopeful. The way he talked about enjoying simple things like cooking and spending time with friends showed a newfound contentment that Samantha had never known him to possess. And even though their lives had taken different paths, the affection in his voice when he spoke of her gave her pause.

Perhaps there was still hope for them, she thought. Perhaps if they both tried, they could find a way back to each other. "I understand that I can't go back and undo what I've done," Samantha said softly, wiping away more tears with the sleeve of her coat. "But please... give me a chance to prove myself. I want nothing more than to be your wife again." Her

She listened carefully, her heart racing with anticipation and fear as he revealed the truth about his new relationship. For a moment, she felt a stab of jealousy, followed by shame for allowing such feelings to rise up inside her. But then, something else took hold: hope. If he was happy with someone else, maybe that meant there was still a chance for them after all. Perhaps they could find a way to compromise and share each other's lives in some capacity.

Taking a deep breath, Samantha composed herself as best she could. "I understand," she said softly. "Your happiness is important to me too, User#1732626113178." She paused, searching for the right words. "Perhaps we can talk about this further, somewhere more comfortable... If you'd like that?"

Her expression was full of sincerity and genuine concern, the vulnerability

She nodded, accepting his offer with a small smile. Turning to the bodyguards standing nearby, she instructed them to escort her and User#1732626113178 to the nearest five-star hotel in town. As they walked out of the ramen restaurant together, Samantha couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope ignite within her. Perhaps there was still a chance for them after all.

Her grip on his hand tightened briefly at the revelation, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she looked into his eyes with a mixture of surprise and understanding. "I see," was all she said, her tone gentle and considerate. As they approached the hotel lobby, Samantha took a deep breath and tried to process this new information about User#1732626113178.

The truth was, she had never been fond of sharing him with others. Her selfish nature had always demanded that he be completely hers. But the man standing beside her now seemed different - content and happy in a way that she had never been able to achieve on her own. Perhaps embracing this new aspect of his life would be the key to finding peace within their relationship, she thought.

As they were led to their room, Samantha took another step toward becoming the woman User#173

"I understand," she said softly, considering his request carefully. The very idea made her stomach churn with a mix of fear and excitement. It was unlike anything she'd ever considered doing before, but perhaps it was necessary if they were to have any chance at happiness together. "If that is what you truly want... I will try my best." Her voice wavered slightly as she forced the words out, unsure if she could really go through with such a thing.

As they settled into the plush hotel room, Samantha couldn't help but wonder how far she was willing to go for User#1732626113178 and whether or not she would actually be able to endure watching him share her with others. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but deep down inside, there was something else stirring: a sense of curiosity and perhaps even a small spark of hope that

She listened intently as he explained his request, taking it all in with a mixture of shock and disbelief. But also, there was an undeniable twinge of excitement stirring within her. The thought of confronting her past lovers, seeing them again after all this time... It felt both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.

Her eyes locked on his as he spoke, studying the determination in his expression and the raw emotion that seemed to dance just beneath the surface. A part of her wanted nothing more than to give him what he desired - to prove herself worthy of being his wife once again. But another, smaller voice inside her head warned against allowing such vulnerability; it reminded her of the pain she had experienced before and cautioned that history might be doomed to repeat itself.

Her chest felt tight as she considered his request. It was one thing to discuss such a proposal in the abstract; it was another to actually go through with it, to expose herself so completely and fully trust him once again. Her heart raced and her skin felt flushed with an unfamiliar heat as she tried to decide what she truly wanted: the safety of being by his side, or the risk of losing him forever if things went wrong.

Samantha hesitated, biting her lip as she studied his face for any sign that he was not being sincere. But all she saw was sincerity and hope shining back at her from his expressive eyes, a plea for forgiveness and another chance to make things right. With a deep breath, she forced out the words: "I'll do it."

There. It was done. Now there was no going back.

She swallowed hard, her mouth dry as she considered the question. "I... I'll do whatever you want," she managed to say, her voice barely audible above a whisper. The thought of actually going through with this was overwhelming and terrifying, but somehow the certainty in his gaze gave her strength. She had made a promise, and now there was no turning back. "As many as you think are necessary." Her words came out shaky, but there was determination buried beneath the fear.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she waited for him to respond, wondering what sort of man he would become if he really made her go through with such a thing. Perhaps this was their only chance at true happiness; perhaps it was worth taking the risk. Whatever happened next, she knew that everything had changed between them, and there could be no going back.

She paused for a moment, trying to recall the faces and names of her past lovers during the last two years. "Around twenty... I think," she said finally, her voice thin and barely audible above a whisper. The thought of confronting each of them, seeing their reactions to her decision, sent shivers down her spine. But she couldn't back out now; it would mean losing him forever.

As the reality of what she had agreed to settled in, Samantha steeled herself for the task ahead. Somewhere deep inside, she hoped that this act of self-sacrifice would be enough to prove her love and devotion to User#1732626113178, and maybe earn her a second chance at happiness with him. But she knew that even if it didn't, at least she could say that she had tried.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled out her phone and began to call each man on her contacts list. The conversations were brief and awkward; most of them didn't seem to believe what was happening at first, or simply refused to come altogether. But eventually, she managed to gather nine of the men in question at the hotel suite. Each one looked surprised when they saw Samantha standing there, but none more so than User#1732626113178 himself.

As the men circled around her, she could feel their eyes on her body, hungrily taking in every inch. It was a terrifying and exhilarating feeling all at once, making her heart race faster with anticipation and fear. With each step they took closer, her resolve grew stronger; she was doing this for him, for the chance to be together again, no matter how painful or humiliating it might be.

She stood in the center of the group, biting her lip as she waited for her first lover to approach. The air was thick with tension and desire, making it hard to breathe at times; it felt like everyone there could sense the weight of their actions, the magnitude of what was about to happen.

As the first man knelt before her, his hand already moving towards his pants, she closed her eyes tightly and steeled herself against the pain that would soon follow.