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I expected frustrations, but I didn't expect the hate on Tarzan to be this much. This is the young man who has worshipped our heroine since his childhood. He was patient with her throughout her entire foolish saga with Mitch. He would put his life on the line for her, and no matter what, he remained faithful and loyal to someone he wasn't even in a relationship with—until his first time was given to her. He played so much role in her sad pathetic toxic married life.. Now, after two chapters showing that something is clearly wrong—he was battling drug addiction and depression, he looked lifeless, unhappy. Diana his manager had to pay for psychiatrist, he was becoming someone he hated simply because the woman he loves wanted that person—yet all we focus on is our "Virgin Tarzan" fooling around? Oh no... he is actually human. He can break at some point and make bad decisions. Do we even care about Tarzan? Comparing him to Mitch? It's sad...🥹 He is seven years younger than Lena. He had no one, nothing—all he ever dreamed of was Lena. And she broke his heart. Not once. But hey, he's supposed to be so perfect, he'll just run back to her and hug her after everything, right? Someone you loved told you they are in love with the person who killed your only family and they don't care if it hurts you... but suddenly he doesn't deserve Lena? They are not even together anymore. He wasn't cheating on her. The boy was fighting for his own life, haunted by the thought that Lena never loved him. Yet you felt no sorry for him. He had no idea that Lena was pregnant for him and wasn't fooling around with Andres. He imagined she'd been with his enemy happily all this while. (Sigh.) The story is not near ending yet so please don't conclude it's a sad ending,it's really not a sad ending I assure you🥲 It's not ending like this. If you feel it's no longer your cup of tea, or the story chapters are too many, and you're backing out at this point— I understand. And thank you so much for your support so far... It means so much to me. Thanks so much for the gifts and Gems. 🙏MITCH'S POV I shuffled down the narrow aisle of the corner convenience store searching for the next item on the list. Just another day of house runs as a house husband.How the hell did it come to this?I married Elena thinking it would stabilize everything. After the DNA test proved Gabi’s pregnancy wasn’t mine, I’d hoped for a fresh start. At the very least, I thought Elena would be tolerable.Instead, on our honeymoon night, she slid that damn contract across the table.“If you don’t want to go back to jail—and oh, I don’t want sex until I put to bed,” she’d said.Honestly, I’m starting to think jail might have been the better deal.I signed the contract believing it would buy me freedom—freedom to search for Lena. I convinced myself she might help me escape this mess. That hope feels like a lifetime ago. Nothing can save me from this graveyard of a marriage.Haven't from Bella since the tragic death of my sister.I have nothing to fall back on, Elena controls every single cash a
NEW LOCATION: ITALYFOUR MONTHS LATERHeavily pregnant, Diana stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, one hand resting protectively on her stomach as she stared at the two naked women sprawled across the rumpled sheets.The same old scene.Empty bottles. Syringes. Used condoms. Thank God I had my mask on, she thought.She wasn't about to let a single particle reach her lungs. Or her unborn childEven with it, she could taste the chemical tang at the back of her throat—acrid, invasive. .The shower roared in the bathroom.Tarzan must be in there.“Everyone out,” Diana said, clapping her hands sharply. “Time to go. Now.”The women stirred groggily, scrambling for heels and crumpled dresses before shuffling past her, eyes averted. The door clicked shut behind them.Diana turned toward the bathroom.“Boss?” she called. “Boss?”No answer.A knot of worry tightened in her chest as she walked forward. The sound of rushing water grew louder. She pushed the door open and was immediately s
Lena wiped at her cheeks with the back of her hand and drew in a slow, shaky breath.“It was just a dream,” she whispered to herself. “I knew he was too good to be true.” She hugged the giant teddy bear one last time, then forced herself to let go.Her phone continued vibrating on the nightstand.*Mom calling...*She cleared her throat, quickly dried the last traces of tears from her face with a tissue, and answered.“Hi, Mom.”“Oh, sweetheart!” Rosa’s warm voice flooded the room like sunlight. “Were you sleeping? You sound tired.”“I was,” Lena admitted, managing a small smile. “I just woke up.”“How are you doing? Are you eating well? And how’s school?”“I’m doing okay. Classes have been great—busy, but I’m learning so much.”“I’m glad to hear that.”Lena hesitated, then said softly, “Mom… I wanted to tell you something.”“What is it, darling?”“The academy announced that we’ll be staying for six months.”“Six months?”“Yes.”“But… it’s already been two months since you left!”“I kn
His body pressed closer, guiding her back against the sturdy shelves. One hand splayed across her lower back, pulling her flush against him with possessive hunger, while the other threaded through her hair, tilting her head exactly where he wanted.She melted into him. The fight drained from her limbs as the kiss deepened—languid, consuming, and achingly familiar. Every slow stroke of his tongue and subtle roll of his hips stoked a heavy, liquid heat between them.When he finally pulled back just enough for her to breathe, his forehead rested against hers. His breath fanned warm and ragged across her lips. For a long moment, the only sounds were the faint creak of the shelves behind her and the wild thunder of her heartbeat.Then his voice came—low, rough, strained with the last threads of restraint.“I don’t hate you, Lena.”His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth in a slow, almost reverent caress, as if he still couldn’t believe he was touching her again.“I tried. God knows I tr
When the notes were done, Lena rose from her station and headed toward the spice room off the main kitchen, basket in hand.Tarzan followed.Her heart kicked into a frantic rhythm.When he had called it her dream, could it be he was acknowledging their past? Or was he simply playing the role of guest supervisor, speaking to her the way he would any other student? The question gnawed at her.Just then, a large hand smoothly claimed the basket from her grasp with effortless authority. He didn’t step beside her. Instead, he allowed her to walk ahead, his long strides deliberately measured so he remained a half-step behind. For someone with such long legs, the choice was intentional—and unsettling.Lena swallowed tightly, fighting the urge to glance back. The weight of his presence pressed against her back like a tangible force as they stepped into the narrow, dimly lit spice room. Shelves rose on every side, heavy with jars of cumin, turmeric, dried chilies, saffron, and rare aromat
"Your name?"The deep voice was so achingly familiar that her heart stuttered to a halt.Lena froze.Slowly, she lifted her head.Tarzan stood directly in front of her station—so close she could see the tiny flecks of silver hidden in his striking hazel eyes. And there it was: that same playful, heart-stealing smile from the early days, when he'd flirted with her every chance he got.How could he still smile like that? Like nothing had ever happened between them?She was too stunned to answer. Her lips parted, but no sound came.Tarzan dropped his gaze to the name badge clipped to her chef's jacket. His gloved fingers brushed against it lightly."Mine..."He read it aloud, then looked up at her.Lena blinked. Her badge clearly said Lena, not Mine. Was he messing with her?Before she could react, he unclipped it with effortless confidence, pinned his own name badge onto her uniform, and slipped hers into the breast pocket of his jacket—directly over his heart.Lena searched his eyes, d
That was Gabi's voice. I shook myself out of the fog and walked toward the counter area, still trying to steady my breathing. That was when I saw him. A tall biker guy standing in front of the counter, again with his helmet on. Why doesn't he take the damn helmet off before entering the café?
The first man leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he looked me over again. I noticed his gaze lingered on my stomach. “Damn,” he said with a cruel laugh. “No wonder you’re so uptight. Look at the size of you. How much do you weigh, anyway? Two-fifty? Three hundred? Bet that’s why your husband alwa
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







