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My wife Cynthia Bolton's voice was soft, but her words hit my chest like a ton of bricks. I stared down at the floor, my mind racing as I tried to process what she'd just said. Seeing my sheer disbelief, Cynthia let out another sigh and explained calmly, "The night before the divorce went through, we didn't use protection. You and I weren't married yet, and it was all consensual. I'm sorry I kept it from you." Her words left my brain completely numb.

He asked "What do I want? What do I want? Adrian I'm your wife, I deserve to know where you are going." "You don't deserve to know anything, I married you, I gave you a comfortable home, food, what else do you want to know? My schedule? Behave yourself." He's keep moving downstairs still he was at door then he stop. "Adrian, do you even know what today is?" "No, and I don't care to know." The door slams shut in her face .

For that, she laughed and said, "This is Ben's wife, Daisy. Daisy, this is Ben's crazy cousin, Ryker woods. My brother's son. Even though, both Ryker and Ben are of the same age and close relatives, what can I say, they love each other so much that they compete with each other." I smiled at it. "Aunt, She is his wife??!! Woah…!! I truly couldn't digest the news." He said in disbelief. "I never thought that my son would find time for marriage and a family. But, love changes everything. He fell in love with her so much that they got married at such a fast pace. Only after getting married did we come to know about it."

Then, she walked towards the estate that surrounded the building. Hazel took a leisurely morning stroll, unafraid of the criminals who could attack her at any time, because the building and the vast forest surrounding it were the fiefdom of a mafia family. Not a single crime occurred here because of the great influence of the family name. It was also because there was a high fence surrounding each end of the forest. Hazel usually took a leisurely stroll from the kitchen exit to the entrance gate through these woods.

and repeats the emojis again adding cute hashtags. She was about to post one more when Karan came downstairs looking all fresh and sexy with bare chest on show and sweatpants wear down a bit showing a sneek peak of his V line. Dia's breath hitch and heart skips a beat as she checks him out closely but looks away as their eyes meet. "Naughty wifey!!! Eyefucking your own husband. So, bad of you... I thought you were a good girl", he says pulling her legs and she nibbles on her lips.

I was surprised, it was not familiar to me. "Who is that?" I whispered to myself. Out of curiosity I opened the message. My mouth dropped, my hand trembled when I saw a photo. "N-No. It's not true..." My lips trembled and I sat on the edge of the bed still looking at the photo. It shows my husband with another woman, who is holding a baby, standing together. Both of them are beaming with sincere joy. My chest drops, until the anger starts to build. I can't believe what I am seeing. I don't want to think that he's having an affair. I am convincing myself that it is not true. It simply isn't. This does not mean that he is cheating. He loves me, I know that Lucas loves me.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

Her heart did stupid gymnastics in her chest. She cleared her throat and put on her best bored voice. “Coming. Don’t rush me.” Roman chuckled lightly on the other side. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” She took one last grounding breath. Assassin. Hacker. Monster in the dark. Time to seduce her damn husband. God help them both.

Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure. "Fuck," he groaned. "God, I love your tits. So much better than—" "Shut up," Maribel hissed, cutting him off. "Don't wake her." But Adrian kept going, kept squeezing, kept moving, and I watched from the shadows of the balcony as my fiancé fucked my best friend on the couch where we watched movies together. The scene was familiar. Horribly, devastatingly familiar. Like déjà vu, except I knew exactly why. I'd walked in on this before. In my first life, at the estate, the positions were different. The location was different.