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The baby ultimately died. The public was outraged. [I guess the mistress’ pet dog matters more than the poor mother and child to these brothers.] [I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t understand Austin and Aaron’s behavior.] [The brothers fell in love with the same woman. Their wives are the ones suffering.] [Kirsty claims to help strays while abusing them in secret. She’s one to screw with the wives and upset them into early labor. The bitch deserves to die.] [Kirsty is after married men, and not just one. She has her sights on a pair of brothers. She should be ashamed of herself.]

I said chuckling. “Doesn't that make you the second wife after your sister?” The pedicurist managing my nails said, envy was very obvious in each word she spat, she looked up at me, “I did hear he was married to your sister first. I wonder why he would want to marry from the same family, don't you think?” She said nudging the other pedicurist. I knew people would be talking, that's why I didn't want to go public with our relationship yet. I wanted to be anonymously married to Aldric but Aldric and his family don't care about people's opinions, but I guess I do.

She paused for a moment before forging ahead. "She came back, trying to blackmail me. You see, she's still a lesbian, but she saw how happy I was in my marriage. She wanted to destroy it because she couldn't have that for herself. Liam found out about her blackmail attempt, and he couldn't accept that." Asher said, her voice filled with emotion. "It's her past, Liam." Stanley, a voice of reason in this turbulent sea, spoke up. But Liam was having none of it. "She kept it a secret. She didn't even admit that she was wrong." Liam's voice was thick with disgust. "And to think that my own wife was once a lesbian? That's unbearable."

Winona and I parted on unpleasant terms that day. I knew she was only streaming to give us a better life. Still, as a man, I could never accept the fact that my wife was doing that kind of stream. From then on, Winona no longer streamed. I took on all of the housework, thinking it would make her less stressed. She gave me the cold shoulder the entire time. Even though she was a woman with a high drive, she never once asked me to take her to bed.

"What is your relationship to Lisa McManus? Why is she living at your house?" "About six weeks ago, Lisa became our lover, to the point where we've decided to live together as a polyamorous triple." "Our lover, not your lover?" "My wife has sex with her as much or more frequently than I do." "This doesn't bother you?" "No. Why would it? My wife hasn't stopped having sex with me and I have sex with Lisa as well. I get to watch two women have sex. I'm probably living most men's fantasies." "Maybe your wife didn't care to share you with another woman?"

I discovered something very strange about my marriage that morning. Apparently, husbands and wives in this house didn't behave like a married couple. They behaved like polite, distant roommates who occasionally shared a hallway. I stood in the corridor, staring at two separate heavy mahogany doors. My bedroom. Liam’s bedroom. Right next to each other. Completely separate. I frowned, taking a step forward and knocking on his door. No answer. I knocked again, louder this time. "Lee?"

She spent most of her time in bars and with young men. I could not take it anymore, so I chose to give in. I went to therapy for three months. With the therapist’s help, I became more gentle. Bella was patient with me. On our wedding anniversary, I saw Carlson again. He was lying naked in bed with Bella. “Bella, do you like me or Pete more?” “Pete’s getting boring. He only lasts a few seconds in bed, unlike you. You’re so strong.” I heard their lustful moans.

He visits me a lot during the week. “We did not either, but I know what I heard,” another woman in her late thirties from the left group, responds defensively before the argument goes back and forth. What is clear to me is that all these people truly adore my wife. The group on the left does not believe anything Ella said, but for some reason believe the Campbell guy because someone heard Amari having sex last night. The fact that I am impotent is the reason they believe that she was sleeping with someone else. They are suggesting that Amari was pushed to a limit because she now has to provide for me.

A sound that made my blood run cold. A woman's laugh. Breathy. Intimate. Then Adrian's voice: "Shh. She's probably still asleep." No. No, he wouldn't. Not here. Not in our apartment. But I already knew he would. Because I'd seen this before. In my first life, in a different place, but the same scene. The same betrayal. I stood slowly, silently. Crept to the balcony door, which I'd left cracked open. And looked inside. They were in the living room. Maribel was bent over the arm of the couch, her leggings pulled down to her thighs. Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.