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Lavender: “A Mafia’s wife,” she added and they grew more excited. At first, I thought that once they put me on camera, I would tell them I was Mafia King Nikon's wife. But when Kenzie introduced me as a rich man’s wife and everyone grew even more excited, I realized it was a terrible idea. These people hid behind masks, but their hatred for the rich people was clear. To them, stealing and hurting a boss’s wife was a twisted kink.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

She ground into me as she moaned into his mouth and he stiffened now hard again into my bottom. With a shuddering heave and a muffled howl, she shoved somehow even more onto my fingers and orgasmed, gushing into my hand. It was better than I could ever have possibly imagined during all of our teasing talks. Feeling a woman shudder below my hand like that was as breathtaking as if I'd come myself. I was astonished realizing that. I had no idea. For the first time in my life, lesbians made perfect sense. * "Oh, I fuck married people all the time, you know? But never just husbands or wives. Only together. A girl has to have standards, you know."

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

My daughter, Leah Haynes, couldn't stand seeing others insult me and started arguing angrily, "What are you people talking about? The woman on stage is my mom, and my dad is her real husband. That guy is the homewrecker!" The others immediately burst into laughter, their tone growing more mocking. "Like father, like daughter. So young and already trying to climb the social ladder. How twisted!" "Ms. Webster showed her affection in public, so how could their happy family of three be fake?" Trenton Ritter, who had just come down from the podium, suddenly rushed over and glared viciously at Leah. "Who are you calling a homewrecker? Are you and your dad that desperate for a power grab? Have you

I noticed that the comment section beneath the video completely blew up. "Oh, my goodness! You couldn't even make this stuff up if you tried!" "That woman's behavior is utterly despicable! She has a husband at home, yet she used their joint account to pay for a wedding with her side piece!" "That guy's got guts! Good for him!" "That side piece definitely knew she was married, right? How does he still have the nerve to buy gifts for the husband? That's so messed up!" "I hope that horrible woman gets exactly what's coming to her!"

The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom. Charlene breathed slowly, she glanced at the woman beside her. She took a sip of champagne and smiled at Charlene. “You're beautiful–” Charlene didn't pivot her head to look at the woman beside her, she thought she couldn't be talking to her. She was still looking around when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. “You come with your husband?” Puzzlingly, she parted her lips. “Um, no. I came with my dad.” She answered nervously.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

My wife, Iris Lockwood, earned 45 thousand dollars a year, yet she was a penny-pincher. Almost all the furniture and appliances in our home were items she had scavenged from local secondhand groups. The genuine leather couch in the living room had edges that were peeling and mottled, but she insisted, "Darling, this is top-grain leather. It originally cost more than six thousand dollars. The previous owner was in a rush to move abroad, so I snagged it for 100 dollars. Once you wipe off the dust, it's practically as good as new!"

What he said had better be the truth, or else… Madam Lewis didn’t give a middle finger about her husband embezzling government funds or involving in drug trafficking. She knew they were too rich for all the money they had to be from legal sources. She knew her husband was involved in those atrocities for the benefit of their family. But cheating on her to the extent of having a male child outside their home! It had better be a lie. For now, she wasn’t concerned about her husband losing his job and whatnots. Right now, all she had on her mind was that model. Again, it had better be a lie. — Neither Minister Lewis nor his wife went back to sleep. They simply laid on the bed, unmoving. Their mi