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Then, with a frustrated eye roll, he pulled off his jacket and handed it to me."Hold this."I accepted it, happily.Then he turned towards his family and stood still for a brief moment.I wondered if the memories had caught up with him. If he was remembering the last time he had seen his grandmother, the last time he had heard her voice, or the little boy he had been before the deaths of his parents had forced him to grow up too quickly.Then he took one step, followed by another.And suddenly, he took off at a sprint, his arms spread wide."GRANDMA!"My heart melted.Meanwhile , his entire family group seemed to freeze.His uncle, standing at the front, raised his eyebrows. One of the younger men opened his mouth in surprise, while a woman beside him covered her lips with both hands. The others exchanged amused looks.Apparently, none of them had expected him to run towards his grandmother like a child.But I couldn't have cared less about what they thought.The moment his grandmoth
Finally, we stepped out of the airport.I was still adjusting to our surroundings when I noticed a group of people gathered a short distance away.Several expensive cars were parked nearby, with security personnel standing around them. But it was the people waiting in front of the cars who immediately caught my attention.The moment Tarzan looked in their direction, his entire expression changed.He stopped walking and stared.I watched him, and soon, a soft smile began to spread across his face.Curious, I followed his gaze.A tall, broad-shouldered man stood at the front of the group. He appeared to be in his late fifties or early sixties, with silver hair beginning to show at his temples.Beside him stood a woman around his age, her face glowing with happiness.Behind them were younger men and women, all waving in our direction. Their faces were bright, their eyes sparkling with excitement.I guess that man must be his Uncle and the woman beside him, the wife.I looked back at Tarz
He tilted his head, a mischievous smile slowly spreading across his face."Well, you kind of stole my heart, baby. I don't think I have much of a choice anymore. I'm bonded to you for life."I rolled my eyes, fighting the smile threatening to spread across my face."Oh, please! That doesn't mean you can't visit your family whenever you want. I'm innocent in all of this. You're the one who decided to surrender your heart without reading the terms and conditions."He laughed."Really?""Absolutely."He nodded."Interesting."The glint in his eyes should have warned me that he was about to do something ridiculous.Unfortunately, I was too busy admiring his annoyingly handsome face to make a sensible decision.The moment I rose from my seat, he caught me around the waist and pulled me against him.A startled laugh escaped my lips as my hands instinctively landed on his chest."Tarzan!""Yeah?"I looked up at him, narrowing my eyes suspiciously."What are you doing?""Holding my woman.""Y
HOURS LATERThe moment our private jet touched down in Brazil, my heart began to race.We were finally here.Tarzan's mother's homeland, where some of his family still lived—his maternal grandmother, uncle, and cousins.I glanced out of the window, watching the ground crew approach the aircraft as the engines gradually powered down.I should have been excited.And I was, but I was also nervous, with a tight knot of anxiety that had been growing in my stomach for the past hour.What if they don't like me? What if they look at me and immediately wonder what their handsome, younger relative is doing with an older woman? What if they think I'm too old for him? What if they believe I'm taking advantage of his feelings? What if they think he's too young to understand what he wants? And what if they hate me?My stomach twisted at the anxious thoughts swirling through my mind.I had already experienced what it felt like to be rejected by the family of a man I loved. Mitch's family had made th
When he finally released me, I was breathless, my lips swollen from his kisses, and smiling like an absolute fool. He looked entirely too pleased with himself. “Now,” he said, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face, “if having a baby boy first is what you want, we can certainly work toward that.” I brightened immediately. “Really?” “Of course, baby.” “So you’re finally coming over to the blue side?” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well… I wouldn’t get too excited if I were you.” I frowned. “Why?” “If you want a baby boy, you have to work for it.” “Huh?” “Start with cowgirl style." I froze. “Cowgirl style? I thought you were finally coming over to the blue side!” He crossed his arms, smirking. “Nah. I’m still Team Pink.” I burst out laughing. “Of course you are.” “Baby, you should be on this side too. Pink is your favourite colour.” “You have a point, I guess.” His eyebrows shot up. “I do?” “Yeah. Pink isn’t so bad.” It was exhausting arguing about the
He studied my face then tilted his head. "What are you thinking, hmm?" I blinked and immediately looked away. "Nothing." "Don't lie to me. You are definitely thinking something, say it." He pressed. I sighed. "Okay, I will say it....I was just imagining what it would be like, being married and having a baby with you." His eyes practically lit up immediately. "So, you're imagining our daughters wearing little dresses?" I guess he won't give up easily. "You are still serious about the twin girls?" I asked and rolled my eyes, but he caught my chin between his fingers and gently turned my face towards him. "Tell me something, baby. You really don't want girls?" He asked this time seriously, the teasing tone was gone. My heart skipped a beat. "Yeah..." I replied quietly. "I'd like a boy first. Maybe we can have girls afterwards." His thumb moved slowly across my cheek. "Why a boy first? Does it matter the gender?" For a moment, I couldn't answer. The words sat h
You will never truly understand heartbreak until it comes from the same man who once adored you—who protected you, who loved you without hesitation. “What’s the number?” My husband’s voice came from the doorway. I flinched and looked up. That’s how sad my life had become—the usual routine of ste
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai
I forced myself up and walked back into the bedroom Mitch and I had shared for three years of our marriage. I hadn’t slept in that bed for over two years now. Not since I left it. Every morning, he used to wake me up to complain about my snoring. I apologized. Then… I started staying awake







