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Then she stood there as if she was expecting a response from me. Looking at her bowl of ice cream, she stretched out her hand and offered it to me, "you care for this?" I nodded sideways showing I don't although I wish I could have a taste of it. "Uncle Mat must have terrified you that much," she said. "Uncle Mat? Is she a sister to that devil?" I asked myself. "I know right," she said as she smiles, "I have also been asking myself the same question: why do I keep calling him uncle in his absence but I never do when he is around. And I am not his sister" she said and then she started walking towards me.

"What are you talking about?" Cade's mother demanded, her voice rising in indignation. "It's not nonsense, Mother," Cade replied firmly. "I've told you before - I'm in love with someone else. And I've married her, just last week." He glanced at me, his eyes warm with affection. "She's my wife, not my mistress." Cade's mother looked like she'd been slapped. "But...but Isabel has been waiting for you her whole life," she stammered. "She loves you, Cade. She'll cherish you until her dying breath. Why would you throw that away for...for someone else?"

He stood up from the grass, watching as his wife waved at him. "It’s time to eat," Isla called, taking Julia from him to place her in her high chair. At that moment, Vincent gently pulled his wife toward him and gazed into her beautiful eyes. "I love you, Miss Beautiful," he said, his heart overflowing with love for Isla. "I love you too," Isla replied. "Forever and eternity," she added with a soft smile. With a sweet grin, Vincent bent down and passionately kissed the woman who owned his heart.

Vito immediately lost his nerve, feeling the intensity of his wife's gaze. "Shit! I'm not getting any tonight if I say the wrong thing," Vito thought to himself. "Hey, why are you so quiet, Vito?" Cantika smiled mockingly at her cousin. "Yeh, come on. I'm also very fond of Charlita, my beloved wife. She's my soulmate now. Without her, I might not have found true love. Right, Sweetheart?" Vito said to his wife. He kissed Charlita's forehead gently in front of the whole family.

She coughs lightly, trying so hard to force out a fake solid smile to cover up the anger so evident in her eyes. Her brows moved upward, her hands sliding down slowly to rest on her waist. “I’m your wife so it shouldn’t matter if it’s not a request.” Her words get me good, her acceptance making my insides settle down a bit. But it was a battle trying to convince myself that I didn’t want to see how wide her hips were, as I followed every of her movements closely. “And no don’t flatter yourself, six months with you is enough torture for a lifetime.” Her face moved up with a frown, looking at me like I was the first comedian she’s met and a bad one at that.

It crushes one’s heart that it is hard to overcome in just a span of seconds, especially if trauma or unforgiveable event resurfaces. “Shahida!” firm but not loud, Aunt Isadora called her out. But Shahida did not hear us or pretended that she did not. Instead, she continued what she is saying without milking it, without sugarcoating her words to throw. “You don’t know the real Isabelle because you’re too blinded with the definition of love you’ve read in books. And whether you like it or not, Venise is the only wife I would respect until the day I die,” Shahida argued.

— That’s exactly what I love about her—that she loves me, not my power or the fire of hell that surrounds me. — Whereas you, Cassandra, have a corrupted soul and don’t care about betraying your sister with me, knowing it would break her heart. — You are worse than me, Cassandra, because I would never do something like that. Remembering what had happened with Isabela’s sister made Alejandro pull his wife closer, pressing a kiss to her neck. — I love you, my queen. Isabela wasn’t like any other woman. She hadn’t been before, when she was just his sweet and innocent wife, and even less so now, as his watchful eagle.

I know she hated me, but was this not too much , we could literally talk about what we wanted and what we didn't want. ‘Contract?’, ‘Why would we need a contract as a married couple’ I blurted out with a shocked expression. I looked down at the envelope and brought out the content to read. We were not allowed to stay in the same room according to the contract, we only interact when we have a social gathering, we can’t kiss in public no matter what, and all sort of rubbish I gave no consent to. ‘This is not a love marriage, so some boundary’s needed to be set’ she said, and I was marvelled.

Harshika knitted her brows and paused her hands in mid-way, by hearing his painful words, “ Why you don't like my touch, baby ?. Why can't you love me ?. I tried everything to change your hatred towards me. But, I couldn't be able to change your hatred for me. I don't know how to change it, baby. I really don't know how to change your hate. I really don't know how to make you fall in love with me. I really don't know how to make you accept me as your husband. I really don't know how to make you understand my love for you. I really don't know how to make you understand that I am craving every moment to live with you. I know that you don't like my touch, baby. But, do you know that I yearn eve

Savitri looked at her confused face and explain:' Today is karvachauth ". Anisha looked at mother -daughter duo and said :" Can you tell me , why you have kept fast for my husband ". Alya was fed of her , she gets up from the chair and said angrily :" She can be your husband , but don't forget it's me , who asked him to marry you. He loves me, I am his love. I am the girl whom he loves wholeheartedly. Don't get happy seeing his care for you , it was all for the baby . He does not care about you, in fact he hates you . I am his past , present and future. It's me, who will stay with him in the future, not you, so , stop saying 'my husband'. Because it does not change the fact that he loves me