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“And so what? She left the house, disobeying my orders and the rule for the new daughters-in-law of the Blackwoods! I don't care if she was with you!” “Yes, brother, don't try to cover for your local tram—uh, wife,” Alexander cockily uttered. “Another degrading word from you about my wife, and I'll make sure you have no more tongue to speak with,” Julian conveyed, his voice a deadly whisper that sent bolts of fear into Alexander's spine. *“My wife.”* The words rang in Leslie's ears like a bell. It was the first time he'd acknowledged her as his wife. She felt tears prick at the back of her eyes as she looked on at the jaw-dropping man defending her.

I removed my lips from hers and pushed her backward, she laughed and arranged her hair "Are you insane?, do you know what my husband will do to you if he finds out a woman kissed his dear wife?" I threatened "then I will probably add your husband's name to my wishlist or would I say death list," she said my senses arrived with speed, so I quickly smiled and acted like nothing ever happened "I'm sorry, please let's be professional" I pleaded "I like that sense of humility, I'm a lesbian though and I couldn't help it when my urge pushed me into kissing that tender lips of yours. But as you said, let's get down to business" she said

The lady kicked her hard several times, screaming as she lashed out, "Carmen Adams, was it? You're a popular rising actress, right? The wife of the young master of the Stephenson Family, right? You slutty little c*nt! How dare you seduce my husband?! How dare you!"

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

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.

" Belle laughed off the sudden change of mood. She noticed that Liam's toys were already arranged, and the dishes were washed. Maybe it was Aubrey. "I'm sending you an article right now. I thought you two were getting back together, so I was singing his praises, but what is he doing kissing some socialite at the airport in this country?" Belle opened the link Bonnie sent. No, Claudia Yvette is not just a socialite. In the photo, there is no denying that the young heiress is kissing someone no other than her own husband, Nikolai Laurent.

The woman leaves in a huff. I finish making Max’s breakfast and am packing his lunch when he comes into the kitchen. In a polite voice, I say, “She was pretty.” Max stops and looks at me, “Is that the secret? You’re a lesbian? That explains why you haven’t thrown yourself at me and why you’re such a bad kisser.”

The idea of the final freaked her out and she was losing her confidence big time. Towards the end of the season, Nora and Stefanie had called a truce. But now we'd made the final, the truce seemed to disintegrate. I could hear them shouting from the other end of the park. "What? What did you say? Say it to my face!" Nora sneered. "It's a fact. I'm in another league," Stefanie retorted back. "Let's think - who scored more homeruns than you?" said Nora, pretending to think. "Oh! It's me! Not Stefanie 'in another league' Jenkins!"

I stood at the door of the church chapel and watched my wife, Olivia Spencer, lean into the arms of another man. That man was my younger brother, David Spencer. David complained, “This rosary really digs into the skin.” “Then, take it off for me.” Olivia had always treasured her rosary. She would not even let me touch it. Yet, my brother was teasingly lifting it between his lips and pulling it from her neck. He tossed it to the floor like it was worthless.

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.