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No, he would remember that. Wouldn’t he? Her eyes answered the question before he could ask it. “You forgot where I was, Adrian.” The room suddenly felt much smaller. For several seconds neither of them spoke. Then she opened the door. “I hope your meeting goes well today.” The door closed softly behind her. Adrian remained standing beside the dining table long after she was gone. Somewhere in the city below, his wife was heading toward a presentation he knew nothing about. Somewhere in the past, she had walked out of a hospital and realized she could no longer rely on the person she had married.

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DOMINIC Hawthorne's expression didn’t change but I caught the slight nod anyway. “Understood.” Then he turned and left the office silently while I remained there staring at Valerie’s book resting beside my laptop. My wife wrote bestselling comic romance inspired by me. Same wife cried while giving away everything she earned from it to a brother clearly bleeding her dry. And somehow both those thoughts pissed me off equally. So i just got up and out of my study headed to her's. I had the feeling she would be there. And she was.

' says Viishaun's mind, but he couldn't utter those words, or else he'll look stupid. Meanwhile, Aileen was sweating awkwardly while holding her book and avoiding her husband's gaze. Her mind kept saying, 'Pretend you're reading. Don't look at him.' "What kind of book title is that? How to escape a domineering husband? Were you using that as a reference to escape?" "H-huh?" The queen looked at the cover and realized it wasn't the book she intended to read. She laughed awkwardly and replied, "This is just a romantic fantasy story. I am not crazy enough to rely on the impossible antics written in a fictional book."

"Five years after the marriage, the young woman was beginning to become a woman, even if she did not allow her husband to join her. Becoming a woman was out of all options, there was no possibility of her doing something so vile and distasteful against herself. Francesca spent so much time looking for a way not to bow to that vile family from which her husband came, the young woman refused to become a woman under the protection of that blood that had never done anything to help her family. Months passed, until finally, through an oversight of her mother's maids, the young woman found an old but still well-preserved book on the table in the library of the mansion. The book was there, carefull

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

"The Sex Chronicles! Hey, seriously?! That's exactly what you're giving them?” He glanced at me and grinned. “Why? There’s nothing wrong with it. Besides, they might gonna need it as they enter the journey of married life! This can awaken and intensify their s*xual arousal so that the couple can produce baby Celyns and baby Johanns right away!" I glared at him. “You’re really crazy, aren’t you?” He laughed like I threw the best humor ever! “What’s so wrong about gifting this book to a couple on their wedding!”

Ambrose gave it some thought and concluded that he needed theoretical guidance. So, he secretly took out the book that Joshua had gifted him. He opened the book—Women's Deepest Secrets—under the table. It wrote— "Men should not disagree with a woman's opinion. One must always obey his wife; the wife's instructions are to be treated like ordains. Only then, she will feel important and secure." Ambrose read the paragraph repeatedly and recited it. He felt that the book was very philosophical. He kept the book and was determined to study it in depth.

He lifted an eyebrow. “Because choosing the right title is harder than writing a book. It’s the first thing that readers notice about the book.” She sighed and Christian stared deep into her eyes. “Suggest me something good!!” She wiggled in his lap to wake him up. “My Indian Wife,” Christian said in his deep voice.

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