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30. Thane 🎶 I've been in the office for the past two hours, going through one piece of paperwork after another. I finally got to visit the other site, which I hadn't had the opportunity to do the last time. Now that everything is done, I was torturing myself, wondering if now or later would be a good time to call my wife and check up on her. My wife? I like the sound of that. On my first day as a husband, I slept at the office while my wife was back home. What kind of husband am I?

She exclaimed sinking into the sofa. "A baby? How do you know?" "She's with a baby." She repeated strongly. "If you are right I wonder what I'll do with Mr. Bryan." "To hell with all those stories, she's keeping the baby." I sat quietly on the bed and began to ruminate over the way it all started when my wife walked in on me masturbating. And about how we continued with it whenever we felt like and most especially without using condoms. The entrance of my wife inside the room interrupted my thoughts.

Because for the first time since this marriage began— Xavier Cortez sounds emotionally attached to his wife.

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 .

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

Maribel sympathizing: "That's what wives do, Sera. As partners we help each other." Me, working double shifts, coming home exhausted to an empty apartment because Adrian was "working late." Again. Always. Maribel bringing wine and tissues, her arm around my shoulders. "He's just stressed, sweetie. You need to be more understanding. More supportive." The miscarriage. Twenty-eight years old, bleeding on the bathroom floor, screaming for Adrian who was three hours late. When he finally arrived, he helped me clean up couldn't even look at me, he'd stared at his phone instead of at me.

I learned my husband had a vasectomy, and I caught him red-handed, sucking a man off! And that's not all. My first ever one-night stand is here in my home as the new Beta of our pack! I laughed, a short sound. Whether this is a coincidence or not, I will find out. But until then, I chose to be a bad wife.

At the time, I actually thought I heard wrong. “What?” “I need a wife,” he said. Not I want you, not I care about you, not I was falling for you, just that. I need a wife. I should have walked away right there. But then he looked at me and said, “I trust you.” And somehow, that was worse. Because Damien Blackwood was not a man who trusted easily. So I believed it meant something. I let my heart be foolish. I let hope grow where it should never have been planted.

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.