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"I was always waiting, Hunter. Always secondary to whatever fleeting deadline or demanding client consumed your attention." "I tried," he finally managed to stammer, his voice hoarse, "I was building something for us, for our future—" "Our future?" she scoffed, a harsh, humorless laugh escaping her. "What future, Hunter? A future where I was just another item on your to-do list? A future where your attention was a scarce commodity, rationed out between board meetings and late-night calls? I wasn't just your girlfriend, Hunter. I was your wife. I wanted to build a life with you, not just alongside you while you built your empire."

“Why have I never heard about it? He’s kept it really low-key.” “His wife is from Australia, owns a farm with thousands of dairy cows, and she’s eleven years older than Fame.” Sophie showed me a picture on her tablet. “This is his wife.”

She just nodded “uhn uhn.” “What are you concentrating so hard on?” I asked her. She turned the laptop toward me and it’s a picture of the devil himself with a beautiful woman I don’t recognise, he had his hand around her waist as they smiled big for the camera. The caption read business mogul and billionaire investor Knox Carter with his wife the veteran model Vivian Carter. Wtf!! He’s married? I didn’t know he was married, I’ve never seen him wear a wedding band. Is he a cheat? I had all sorts of thoughts running through my head.

This was my life and I had made peace with it. That's not me being dramatic. I mean it genuinely. I was thirty-two years old, a junior partner at Hargrove and Sloane, the legal guardian of a three-year-old who drew cats on everything, and I had not been on a date since the Obama administration. But I had a routine that worked. I had a daughter, not biologically, not legally in the strictest sense, but mine in every way that mattered — and I had a job I was good at, and I had an apartment with enough counter space to actually cook, which I had learned to value more than I ever expected.

Not a business partner. His wife.

My name is Cole Griffin. After five years of marriage, my body suddenly went through a second round of development. The growth down there was nothing short of astonishing, and with it came an insatiable appetite. I found myself wanting it seven or eight times a day. At first, my wife was thrilled with the change. Every night brought her to the brink of exhaustion—in the best way possible. But gradually, I kept growing, and she couldn't handle me anymore. "Stop, please—I can't take any more. You're going to break me."

she said to me with an unfazed tone. "A friend?" I scoffed in disbelief, as I knew that she didn't have any friends, talk less of a male friend. She spends most of her time at home, so how on earth did she get a male friend who now takes her out? The thought of any man taking her out and spending time with her while we were still married only added to the anger that I was feeling. "And since when does a married woman have a male friend that makes her ignore her husband's call? " I thundered angrily at her.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

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? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?