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“A few years ago, he tried to stage a comeback, but he lost all his savings to a scam.” I glanced briefly at the tablet and handed it back. “What about Claire?” “She was convicted of fraud against Harry. She just got out of prison last month. She later hooked up with a married man, but his wife threw acid on her face in public. Half of her face is ruined,” my assistant replied calmly as if reporting routine figures. “Now, she works nights at bars and caters to clients with unusual kinks.” I stared silently out the floor-to-ceiling windows and took a sip of champagne.

Mine had already drained away, replaced by something colder, heavier—worry. My thoughts spun as I stared out the window. I couldn’t keep clashing with him like this. That ridiculous book, The Perfect Wife, flashed through my mind—its chapters on handling dominant men. Softness. Vulnerability. Subtle rebellion. A woman with fire, but without the flames. Sweet enough to draw in. Dangerous enough to chase.

"It seems that you borrowed not only my bathroom but also my things that day." I turned pale instantly. I never thought that he would find out about stealing the diary. Fortunately, Caitlyn Christian was standing by my side and would say something for me, "Abbi Miller also helps me. I just want to know why my husband goes crazy for a woman who has nothing to do with me and wants to divorce me. Is there anything wrong with that?" "Ida, she's not irrelFlorant!" Cody retorted.

And then my world shattered. The bed — our bed — looked like a storm had hit it. Sheets tangled, pillows on the floor, air thick with sweat and perfume that wasn’t mine. Camila. Her. The woman I had once called my sister in everything but blood. My best friend. My bridesmaid. My confidante. The woman I’d trusted with my husband’s business, his life — my life. She was there, in my fucking bed, with my fucking husband, moaning his name as Ian enjoyed it. I didn't scream, didn't move, just... watched in silence. Rooted to the spot as tears stood in my eyes. Ian didn't see me. He didn't stop. He grunted Camila's name and came inside him - something he hadn't tried with me yet. And that... that w

It seemed Adam knew I was cold. "I'll get you some rice. You probably haven't eaten." Adam was so attentive. Catherine should be grateful to have a husband like Adam. His heart was like an angel's. It's just that Catherine tended to be the kind of wife who constantly broke Adam's heart. As for me, I really pitied my own life. My husband Gavin was so abusive. He often tortured me if I didn't do exactly as he wanted. Gavin was even cruel enough to start beating me mercilessly. It was like there was a demon possessing him.

I can feel her smooth skin and soft breast. … I slapped myself. God, why would I imagine dirty thoughts with a married woman? Of all the thoughts I must think of! It will be much more acceptable if it's a married man right... WAIT! The married part is the worse of all! I must shake all these thoughts. Where ever you think about it. Everything is wrong already... Haaa I must be crazy. I reached out for my phone to distract myself from these thoughts. Without knowing it, I already scrolling through the Quack app and I immediately saw Dohyung's post.

I immediately burst out from my cover, I would never allow her to hurt my wife. My steps were quicker than I imagined and as I matched towards them, I heard Jessica say, "For the slap you gave me, I'm going to let you pay. I'll make sure you regret laying your filthy hands on me. I'll come for you and make sure you pay for what you did, I'll make sure you regret coveting my man and overstepping your bound, I swear it." Before I could get close enough, she caught sight of me. Her hands moved like a flash as she quickly hid the gun in her bag. But I wasn't going to let her get away with what she had done to my wife, I wouldn't pretend like I didn't see her.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

Although I had set my limit to two cups per day I had already taken three, yet my ability to focus was slipping away. I stared at my computer screen, at the case before me. A man was being sued for domestic abuse, but he claimed his wife was simply blackmailing him and that he had never actually touched her. But how could that be true when there were marks on her body to prove otherwise? I leaned back in my chair, trying to understand who was right. I couldn’t comprehend how two people who claimed to love and adore each other could treat one another like this. If they were tired of the marriage, why not get a divorce instead of trying to hurt each other? Besides, there was a child involved t

Her paintings she bought before they were married were slashed and their wedding album had been reduced to a pile of ashes in the fireplace. Henry had blamed Anna for his failure, screaming insults and false accusations through the night while Anna had sat in the kitchen emptying the last of the bourbon. Naturally, as was his pattern, the very next morning, Henry displayed intense remorse. He made her breakfast, told her how beautiful he was, how very sorry, while blaming the agent, the author, the thieves at HarperCollins for how he acted, and assured her it would never happen again. The worse part of his behavior was that Anna believed him. It was Elaine who tried to educate Anna on Henry’