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I know my husband is cheating on me but she's saying he is having sex with Rosa, never, I won’t let her talk about my marriage that way. “I know why you are talking like this, you are jealous of me.” I would never have said that word if I knew a different news would be coming from Amanda. Amanda rushed to meet us In the restroom, looking all worried, “Lisa, are you sure you are okay? You can move in with me to heal, this must hurt a lot.” “What are you talking about Amanda? I am okay.” “Stop pretending when I know you are not, we saw the news, the person your husband loves the most is Rosa, his best friend.” I laughed out loud. These people must be crazy.

Her smile was pure and she batted her eyelashes towards Blair who was impassively watching her. Blaze walked away swaying her hips while Blair could just stare. "I never knew my wife is a lesbian," Jade's impassive voice made Blair turn around as she saw the hunk with an unaware look. "Oh, darling. Its nothing," she walked to him and held his hand and they walked in the bar. Fifteen minutes later when the suite was ready and they were called, he stood up bending down as he whispered in her ear. "I can't wait to fuck the shitty attitude out of you,"

"I was married to my first wife which is Amber and Clinton's mother years ago, she and i got married through an arranged marriage and it was not easy to cope with it, I used to have a girlfriend and she loved me soo much that even after I got married she still saw me and loved me. My wife gave birth to Clinton and then five years later Amber came, however shortly after giving birth to Amber she found out my mistress was pregnant, she got angry and divorced me, I married the woman I loved all my life and a few months later Lunette arrived, but at the tender age of five she watch her mother loose herself to a deadly cancer and was heart broken, I couldn't take the pain and began to drink alot

She was a gentle person, and I was sure Cassandra trusted her deeply, which made it even harder for me to hold myself back. “You’re so cruel for letting this happen. You have no courage, and this will destroy her!” Her eyes welled up; she was shocked and sad at the same time. I didn’t care about that. I wanted them to fix this immediately. I stepped forward. “I’ll tell them now.” “You can’t do that, this is a family matter. We’ll tell them later,” Mr. Kingsley said, which only fueled my anger more. “Fucking hell! I’ll tell them today. Sandra is still my wife!”

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” “I know exactly what I’m saying.” He reached for me, his hand closing around my wrist. “Come here.” I tried to pull away. His grip tightened. “Jason, let go.” “Why?” He pulled me closer. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, thick and sour. “Why won’t you let me touch you? You’re my wife.” “You don’t want to touch me. Go and touch her instead." His eyes narrowed. “Her?” “Your freaking mistress.Get out of my room.”

"Maybe. But what about lesbianism, Mom? I heard a story the other day." The fork in Erica’s hand froze mid air. Mom’s knuckles turned white around her wine glass. "What story?" Mom asked, her voice tight. "Just about a woman," I said, keeping my gaze locked on the center of the table. "Married. Very proper. Everyone thinks she’s a saint. But she can’t stop... well, she can’t stop sleeping with her female best friend. Everyone sees it but her husband. You know what's funny? She wouldn't let her daughter who likes girls to date girls, mind you she is sleeping with her own friend, It’s funny, isn't it? How people can be so blind when they are so busy judging everyone else."

She’d never said she had siblings, nor had she called anyone who could be over the years we spent married together. I didn’t return to the office to face Healer Amanda, or Amber, or whoever she was. The idea that my wife had been working right in front of my eyes, knowing that I was her husband but hiding her identity from me, sent a shock through my body. For once, I had no idea what to say to her. I walked out of the building and to my car. Healer Amanda was Amanda. Healer Amanda was my wife. Healer Amanda had just discovered a treatment that would change the medical world forever.

My husband is a workaholic who spends months traveling for business, leaving me and our two young daughters in an empty house for far too long. The loneliness became unbearable. Late at night, after the girls were asleep, I started raiding his hidden collection of lesbian p**n. At first, I told myself it was just something to pass the time, but soon I was hooked. Watching beautiful women kiss, touch, and devour each other awakened something deep inside me. I began fantasizing about soft skin, wet tongues, and eager fingers exploring my body. I craved another woman’s touch more than I cared to admit.

"So you are a lesbian? " There was ridicule in his voice "I never knew I married a lesbain" He was staring fixedly at her as she stood in front of him in utter discomfort "I am not a lesbain' she replied uneasily She was looking down on the floor in order to avoid meeting his scornful eyes "Then why are you hugging and kissing a felloe woman, if you are not a lesbain? She was uncomfortablely aware that a relationship with an opposite sex was more admissible than the same sex which was regards as a "taboo" back in Nigerian

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.