Rosalie Announcing our arrival, the MC declared, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great honor and privilege that I introduce to you Mr and Mrs Vasanten, our bride and groom." As the words resonated through the room, all eyes turned in our direction, applauding our entrance. From my early years, I loathed being the center of attention, leading to infrequent invitations to my birthdays. The constant attendees were my mother, Adrien's parents, Adrien, and his brother Brandon. However, their presence felt obligatory, accompanied by glares that heightened my anxiety and fear during each celebration. Following my parents' divorce and my mother's departure from the neighborhood, it became a solitary celebration between the two of us on my birthdays. The shared history with Adrien that I once cherished despite his rude behavior towards me, took a turn as we grew older, and his attitude made me perceive him as nothing more than a heartless person. "Now, the bride and groom will have their

Adrien Following the party, I was aware that there might be a chance Yvette would attempt to contact me, and her picture message seemed like a plea for reconciliation. The images of her in revealing lingerie stirred strong emotions in me - buried emotions that were forced to resurface, prompting me to swiftly delete the message and block her new number. Despite the temptation to confront her, I chose not to engage knowing it would encourage her to do something even worse. She was delusional if she believed that a single photo of her, even nude would have me running back to her. My goal was to earn my wife's forgiveness, persuade her to reconsider the intimacy restriction and give us a chance to be happy. Yet, I was prepared to wait indefinitely if that's what she desired, as she was truly worth the wait. The excited voices of my children coming from the pool area drew me in that direction, compelling me to discover what they were up to. I was in my office when I received Rosalie's

AdrienIt felt good to be back to work but I was already missing my family and I wasn't even in my office yet. Norman and I rode the elevator from the underground parking lot and he was busy rattling off my schedule for the day while my mind was elsewhere - on my wife.I genuinely wished the morning vote would convince her to share my bedroom, so I could wake up to her every day and gaze at her face before bedtime after a long day at work. Despite the likely repercussions for the morning stunt, it would be worth every moment—even if she playfully reprimands me first."Sir, are you even listening to me?" Norman's voice jolted me out of my thoughts."Hmm, yes." I nodded."What was the last thing I said?" He inquired."I have to travel to Dubai in two days to commission the new hotel we just built." I replied. "Are you satisfied?""Is there trouble in paradise?" He teased me. "Did something happen with Ms McPherson?""Just because I was lost in thought doesn't mean something happened." I

AdrienIn my formative years, my father instilled in me the value of persistence and not surrendering easily in pursuit of my desires. I had to exhibit tenacity, even resorting to unconventional means if possible, until I could attain the desired goal. Regrettably, had I heeded his advice a decade ago, I might not have found myself currently struggling to regain my wife's forgiveness and affection a decade later.But in order to earn her forgiveness and affection, I decided to bring her closer by agreeing to prepare dinner tonight and challenging her to a bet. If I win this round, I already know what I would ask her to do – a task that wouldn't be easy for her, but she'd have no choice but to fulfill it."Dinner's served." I called out to them."Yay!" My kids ran into the dining room ahead of their mother who decided to take her sweet time getting here. "This smells amazing, daddy." Maya commented."Thank you, sweetheart." I smiled at her, pulling out a chair for her and her siblings

AdrienI can't fathom why I behaved the way I did with Rosalie, but I believe it was influenced by various factors, particularly when I recognized the depth of my longing for her during my absence. In Dubai, I frequently contemplated calling her, yet something consistently held me back. It wasn't exactly fear, more like a form of cowardice. I hesitated to confront the possibility of rejection from her, given the circumstances of what transpired between us.Our first night sleeping on the same bed didn't go smoothly, leading to such disappointment that I reconsidered having her accompany me on the trip. Surprisingly, she took it better than I anticipated, yet it only deepened my disappointment.I had hoped for her to feel disappointed or upset since she was excited about the trip, and altering my decision at the last minute felt unjust. However, it appeared she anticipated such a response from me, leaving me unsure of how to feel about it. Avoiding the unresolved matter would have hi