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the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

I am finding her. A man wrote — which surprised her, and then did not surprise her, because the book was about a marriage and marriages contained two people and there was no reason the thinking it produced should be limited to one side of that. He wrote: I read your book because my wife asked me to. I want to tell you that I recognised myself in Emeka. Not in the infidelity — I have not been unfaithful to my wife. But in the deflection. The way a confrontation about something I did would become, through some mechanism I did not fully understand until your book named it, a conversation about something my wife did. I have been doing this for years. I did not know it was a choice. Your book sho

"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.

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

"I have proof that he cheated on me with a female employee at the estate! They had a tryst right here! Yes, one of us has to pay under the prenup, but it won't be me!" Jacques exchanged a look with Sylvia and nodded. He pulled out his phone and swiped through several photos for us to see. They showed me leaning close to a female worker at Belgard. In one, I entered her room and seemed to pat her head. In another, the most open to misreading, I handed her a sleeping robe.

My work badge, my access card, and even my personal mobile phone were all confiscated. If they were able to find even the slightest evidence, I would be grounded for life. I didn't know how I walked out of the company office building. I went home feeling dazed. When I opened the door, what I saw was just an empty apartment. There was a file on the empty table. It was a divorce agreement. I opened it with trembling hands. The agreement was pretty clear. My wife wanted to divorce me, and I was to leave with nothing. The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family.

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

What kind of book is this? “Wow, it turns out that my wife has the courage to read a husband and wife guidebook,” said Alex, who had been standing in the doorway since who knows when and smiled meaningfully at Claire. Claire widened her eyes. Did Alex hear everything she said clearly? Claire immediately shook her head firmly. “No, he didn't. This book was given to me by my grandmother.” “Grandma?” repeated Alex. She stepped closer to Claire and hugged her from behind. Both hands were wrapped around her stomach.