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• Don't Touch The Bride    Chapter 90

  Cheryl“You never told me what Gavin said about that talk you had with him,” Anna reminded me as we ate lunch together.“Yeah, maybe because it wasn’t very productive,” I replied, pushing my salad around with my fork. “Gavin’s either protecting his friend or genuinely knows nothing. He said he doesn’t know what Miles’ sex life was like with Jenny or anyone else before me. I asked a few yes or no questions—like if Miles likes to cuff his girl or try wild shit—and Gavin said no. That Miles never acted like someone who was into any of that.”I took a sip of my juice and sighed.“Why don’t you just talk to Miles more?” Anna suggested like she hadn’t heard me say I’ve tried a thousand times already. “Maybe try convincing him to talk?”“That doesn’t work with Miles. He’s an asshole,” I muttered. “He told me I meet all his expectations—whatever that means—but I think he’s lying. I think he’s hiding something because of our age gap or maybe he thinks I won’t understand.”“Age gap?” she asked,

• Don't Touch The Bride    Chapter 89

  MilesCheryl suddenly disappeared on me, and she wasn’t picking up my calls or responding to my texts—not a single word from her just minutes before we were supposed to leave for home. And forgive me if I sound too worried or overly paranoid, but when she’s not with me, I can’t breathe right. It’s like a part of me is just hanging off the edge, waiting to collapse.She’s not prey—she’s never been. But there are predators everywhere. People who don’t give a damn what the ring on her finger means. People who think they can say anything, suggest anything. And for reasons I can’t explain, I don’t want her anywhere near the kind of idiots she was talking to yesterday. I don’t want her within earshot of their conversations. And now, somehow, she’s questioning whether I even love her. Questioning our entire marriage.How could she say that?How could she not know?I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration, pacing in place, chewing down the urge to punch something—or someone.“Hey… read

• Don't Touch The Bride    Chapter 88

  Cheryl I let him drag me into our room. He was fuming. I didn’t understand why—no one had touched me or disrespected me or even disrespected him. It was just a conversation. An enlightening one at that. “What are you going to do? Tie me up?” I said sarcastically, watching him as he turned the lock on the door with a sharp click. I folded my arms across my chest, standing my ground. “No one was disrespecting me or corrupting me,” I repeated, more firmly now. “They were!” he snapped, spinning around to face me. “They were sexualizing you and it’s really fucking sick that you don’t see it!” Jesus Christ. This man was insane. “That conversation had absolutely nothing to do with me, Miles. They were gossiping about someone else and I jumped in, I asked a few questions. What was so bad about that? You don’t want me to know that people have different preferences? That people have kinks and expectations?” I hated that this was already spiraling into yet another argument. Ever

• Don't Touch The Bride    Chapter 87

  Cheryl“How do you feel? Marrying a little girl and breaking the law?” I teased Professor King, watching him grin beside me.We were all sprawled across beach chairs under the sun, some of us tanning, some just soaking in the warmth. The waves whispered in the distance, and everything about the breeze smelled like freedom.Professor King was seated next to me, and Anna—my best friend, now his wife—was lying flat against his chest like a literal cat in heat. I rolled my eyes. She was so obsessed. And Reuben was here too, somewhere nearby.“You realize your husband is old enough to be your grandpa, right?” Professor King teased back.I burst into laughter. “Okay, fine. But I can’t keep calling you ‘Professor King’ anymore. You married my best friend—you’re practically my best friend too now.”“I’ve literally told you a hundred times to call me Ahren,” he huffed. “But you kept calling me ‘professor’ anyway.”“Well,” I said, folding my arms behind my head and grinning, “things are going t

• Don't Touch The Bride    Chapter 86

  Cheryl There were a few other events lined up. I mean, we didn’t just travel all the way from home to Miami for a single wedding day and then vanish the next morning. I was most excited for tomorrow—the day at the private beach. I could already feel how perfect it was going to be. The breeze, the soft sand, the escape from all the noise in my head.But right now, I was tucked into a corner, sulking and dangerously close to drinking myself to death, simply because I was too stupid, too afraid, to talk to my clueless husband about how I really felt.Well—truthfully?I don’t think he’s clueless.I think he knows exactly what’s bothering me, but he’s choosing to pretend otherwise. He thinks he can just coast through life, avoiding the heavy stuff—dancing around the things he doesn’t want to face, doesn’t want to talk about. Hoping if he ignores it long enough, it’ll just go away.I love him.I love Miles truly and deeply, but I cannot—will not—live this way.We need to understand each ot

• Don't Touch The Bride    Chapter 85

  Cheryl“Anna,” I groaned, slipping into the seat in front of her desk.“You look great,” she said, winking at me.“What?” I rolled my eyes.“I’m sure you had a terrific weekend—with the wedding anniversary and getting an SUV model by Han Industries named after you. You’re living the dream, girl,” she whined.“Oh, shut up. Have you seen my car? It’s beautiful,” I shrieked.“People take pictures of the car everywhere I go. It’s crazy. I have the best husband in the whole world,” I groaned.“Hmmn hmmn. Lucky you. Now tell me what’s actually bothering you,” Anna said, seeing straight through my facade.“Fine,” I said. “I love my husband a lot, and I really, really love Miles. He is literally the best, but there’s so much about him that I don’t know—so much I don’t understand. And I don’t know if it’s the age gap or whatever…”“Calm down, honey. What exactly happened? And why do you have all these bottled-up emotions and things you haven’t communicated?” she asked.“He doesn’t finish in me