Kim Kardashian

Kim walked back home from a photo shoot, smiling and waving at some fans and posing for some papparazzi. It had been a pretty stressful day, and she was looking forward to just relaxing at home with Kanye and the kids.

She reached her front door and unlocked it. "Kanye, I'm..."

She gasped when she saw what was happening. Her husband was fucking some busty blonde on the sofa.

"What...what?" Kim was shocked. Kanye heard her and looked over.

"Miss?"he asked. "Can I help you?"

"Kanye...who is this?" Kim asked.

"Who are you?" Kanye asked. "A reporter? I thought I told you people I didn't want to be disturbed."

"No! I'm your wife!"

"No you're not!" Kanye said. "This is Nessa. She's my wife."

"Hubby?"the blonde giggled. "Who is it?"

Kim felt tears coming on. She began to sob as she left them.

This can't be. She thought. She quickly went on the Internet.

Kanye and Nessa West. It was real. Nessa had even had the three kids Kim had so lovingly raised.

She began to sob even harder and ran to the local bar. She normally didn't drink, but she just felt compelled to go there for some reason. She sat at a secluded booth and ordered her drink.

John, meanwhile, was at another booth, smiling at the Kardashian whose life he had ruined. She was still famous, but now no one remembered her ever getting married to Kanye West, not even the narssasitic rapper himself. Kim was upset, and soon, would be willing.

He finished his rob roy and made his move.