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Her words seared through me, every syllable a dagger to my chest. “Who… who am I getting married to?” I asked at last, my voice barely more than a whisper. My chest felt heavy, each word dragged out of me like it weighed a thousand pounds. I looked at Claudia with pleading eyes, though I already knew mercy was something she would never give. “Adrian Blackwood,” she said at last, her tone dripping with mockery. “A poor nobody. No family name, no wealth, no future. Just the kind of man fit for you.” You should be happy he married you with your debt.

The man didn't even want to share a room with his wife. “I'm curious about the face of the woman who made Meazus fall in love like this.”

She said proudly. "But I want to call him my husband because I love him! I want to call him my husband because he loves me! I want to be married to him, because what we have is real, not because I want to hold on to a title... He told me to leave! He kicked me out of my house, our house, a place we were supposed to have our family. Now he has in there another woman. He is going to raise his family with her!" I said shaking my head because what she said just didn't make sense to me right now.

“Well. Isn’t this new.” Damien didn’t look up from his plate. “Get used to it.” The knife in Ruth’s tone was subtle. “You two seem… close.” “We are,” Damien replied, finally glancing up. “Problem?” Ruth smiled like a viper. “Not at all. It’s just surprising that you’re suddenly so fond of your wife… after so long ignoring her.” Sienna tilted her head, her voice silk-wrapped steel. “It’s easy to ignore a flower when you think it’s a weed. Until it grows into something beautiful and untouchable.”

Why would a woman with the world at her fingertips choose to spend three years folding his laundry and waiting for him to come home? "She loved me," Julian whispered, the realization hitting him like a physical weight. "She gave it all up to be a 'normal' wife because she thought I was enough for her." And he had thrown that love away because Sarah—a woman who used her "fragile" heart as a leash—claimed she needed him more.

In the beautiful times, I had a wife. Her name is Nadya. She is a simple woman, just like her name. I married Nadya when she was 19, which is too early to marriage in this day. Usually, marrying at such a young age for modern society means that the girl has been pregnant. The pregnant girl must be matched to the man who impregnated her to hide the family disgrace. Modern society, especially modern girls, tends to choose to marry at an older age. They will finish their education at university and then work before finally getting married and having their own family. That's one of the things that made my marriage with Nadya a little different; besides, we are from a really different culture.

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“I understand, sir. However… she is still connected to you.” “In what way?” I asked, arching my brow. Evan looked at me with respect, though his expression was conflicted. “She is your wife, sir.” Wife. The word sat there, unfamiliar. I let out a quiet breath, irritation slowly building. To be honest, I don’t remember getting married. If that was true, then it was a terrible mistake. It wasn’t on my list to marry and settle down with anyone. I only wanted to seek justice for my mother and eliminate the vultures around the family.

The sea breeze was relaxing as well as hearing my son’s giggles as Drake continued teaching him how to swim. I looked for the bookmark on the book, scanned a few pages, and was able to locate it. This was a romance novel that I had not read for almost seven years. After I got married, all my books were forgotten as I focused my attention on my husband. After the divorce, I sold everything that reminded me of my ex-husband, including his car, house, and lot, leaving nothing but my books, which I kept with me. It was a long and painful process, but it was worth it in the end. Until he returned. I was back to square one in handling my emotions and feelings.

, I smiled, and she gave me a long hard look. After packing the groceries I went to sit on the couch and read one of my favorite books, a romance novel. I had no romance in my life, so the least I could do would to fantasize about it. Minutes later a woman descended the stairs, she was combing her messed up, dark long hair with her hand. Her clothes were ceased and lipstick was smeared badly on her lips. Well they had it rough I tried to look away from her. I just couldn't. My eyes couldn't peel themselves from her, this was what I call classifying a bitch at first sight.