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Tarzan's voice continued.đ¶ Baby, I'm dancin' in the dark with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass, listenin' to our favourite song. When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath. But you heard it, "Darling, you look perfect tonight." đ¶He slowly opened his eyes on the last note and met Lena's teary ones.She smiled back softly.She rested her chin on her palm, watching him with a dreamy expression.When Tarzan reached the next verse, he stepped down from the stage, still singing. The guests immediately began cheering.He was coming for her.đ¶ Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know. She shares my dreams, I hope that someday, she'll be my home. I found a love to carry more than just my secrets. To carry love, to carry children of our own. đ¶He paused the song and extended his free hand."Baby..."Lena called shyly."May I have this dance, Mrs. Tarzan?" he winked.Lena burst into laughter, her cheeks warming as she placed her hand in his.Tarza
Tarzan chuckled, giving her waist one final squeeze before reluctantly releasing her. "Fine, fine. I'll behave." Lena gave him a disbelieving look before walking toward the beautifully decorated seating area. She settled onto one of the plush couches, crossing her legs as she watched him make his way toward the small stage where the musicians were performing. "Where are you going?" she called. He turned around, walking backward with a mischievous smile. "Stay right there, beautiful." "Tarzan..." "Trust me, baby." He exchanged a few words with the bandleader, who immediately smiled and nodded. A moment later, the music changed. Lena's eyebrows lifted. Oh? Tarzan picked up the microphone, adjusted it, and looked directly at her. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." A few guests turned toward him, their conversations gradually fading. Rosa leaned toward Ricardo and whispered something about Tarzan having a romantic surprise for their daughter. Ricardo, who ha
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Lena continued her camera-focused speech."Look at this gorgeous ring. I'm never taking it off. Ever! And thank goodness I met him because he's such an angel."Tarzan's smile grew wide."An angel?""Yes, baby. My personal angel."He looked at the camera with a smug expression."Did you hear that? I am her personal angel!"Lena giggled."And we are happily married.""We really are," he replied, pulling her into another deep kiss.After the kiss, he turned toward the camera again. This time his smile disappeared, and he pointed directly at the lens."In your face, bastard!"Lena blinked in confusion as her own smile slowly faded."Baby... bastard? What do you mean, bastard?"Tarzan froze."It's a... slip of the tongue.""A slip of the tongue?""Yes, my love."She stared at him for a moment and placed both hands on her hips."Husband?""Yes, Wifey?""Tell me the truth."He swallowed."About what?""Who exactly are you talking to?""Nobody.""Nobody?""Yes... just my future self."Lena na
Tarzan ended the call however, he wasn't quite done.There's one more thing that needed to be done.He spotted the cameraman nearby and motioned him over."Come here."The cameraman approached, adjusting his equipment."Yes, sir?""Can you get a little closer?""Of course."Tarzan straightened his tie, adjusted his jacket, and positioned himself perfectly in front of the camera.Then he smirked and looked directly into the lens, because he knew Mitch was watching."Guess what?"He paused dramatically."I'm Lena's husband."He raised his left hand, showing off his wedding ring."And you're the witness. Hahaha! I wish I could see your face right now, you bastard."The cameraman remained perfectly still, probably wondering whether he was supposed to be recording a wedding or a personal declaration of war.Tarzan continued."You really thought you could have her? Seriously? You are the old, balding fool. I am a total upgrade. I am younger, more handsome, and richer than you. One-on-one, y
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match weâd 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 hadnât 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
I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in
You will never truly understand heartbreak until it comes from the same man who once adored youâwho protected you, who loved you without hesitation. âWhatâs the number?â My husbandâs voice came from the doorway. I flinched and looked up. Thatâs how sad my life had becomeâthe usual routine of ste







