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There was she, his beautiful wife standing there with her hands on her hips. His Rooh. "Yes Lyubov?" he asked her dreamily fertility lost in her beauty as always. He can never get enough of her. "Where is Roomi?" she inquired him like some police officer out at his duty to find the thief. As soon as he heard her asking for the little culprit all of his dreaminess ran out of the window. "I don't know." he lied and shrugged like he really don't know but who he was kidding to? They have been married for twenty two years now and he still thinks she doesn't knows him?

Her face twitched into a frown. "Someone I hate so much, why do you ask?" She asked back. "Rey, do you want this?" Isla asked stopping me from speaking. "It's too curvy" I replied and she walked away. "Well, I wanted to know who my husband dated in the past" I shook my head as the word 'husband' came out of my mouth. "Anna is a bitch. She ruined my brother's life" She replied nonchalantly. She looked so angry talking about her. Maybe she did something so so so bad.

When I returned to the mansion, Isabella was waiting in the foyer. Arms crossed.“Where were you last night?” “At the office.” “You smell like alcohol.” “I was working.” She laughed bitterly. “All night?” I loosened my tie. “Don’t start.” “Do you think I’m stupid, Damiano? You disappear and expect me not to ask questions?” “I said enough.” I barked. “I’m your wife…” “And you will speak when I allow it.” The words came out cold. She stepped closer anyway, “If this is about the surrogates failing, we can try again. We’ll find someone else. There are thousands of women…”

she asked, seductively Damian’s expression changes, he then pull away from her. “How can I not? She’s my wife, Isla.” he said towards her. Isla rolled her eyes and sat back on the sofa. “Look, I like you… I really do… but, I am still married and it’s my job to look after my wife.” Damian showed his finger with his wedding ring Isla scoffs, “Okay. Then, what am I in your life right now?” she asked. Damian didn’t respond. “Come on, Damian, we’ve fucked and saw each other naked. You’re telling me that all of that doesn’t mean a thing?!”

They glanced at each other as if thinking about what the hell I was doing. “A–Annie?” “Diaman, do you know her?” Their mum asked. Before Diaman could even speak, I answered their mum. “Oh, no. We don't know each other ma'am. Hi there, Diaman right? I'm Annie. Your brothers girlfriend.” He just glared at me together with his wife. “Why don't we sit down and have some good talk. It's nice finally meeting you, darling. You don't know how long we have been waiting for our oldest son to finally introduce a woman to us.” Their mum said to me again as we sat down.

Iqbal looked around and asked "Where is your husband?" "As usual, he is at work," Dita replied. Dew grabbed Dita's shoulder while saying "If you have a problem telling us, we are your best friend." "Yes," said there. "But, why do you look thinner than before? Your stomach also does not stand out" asked Dew while holding Dita's stomach. Dita immediately stood up and said "I pick up the phone first, oh yes maybe that's your mind" Dita went and picked up the phone.

Isaac pursed his lips. "What? Why would you ask that?" Irene released him then and straightened herself, looking serious as she voiced her hunch. "Nothing good ever comes out of your lips." Isaac smiled despite his irritation—what did she really take him for? Had he really never said anything nice?! "That's slander." Irene snorted. "Fine, then tell me: what makes me a good wife?" Isaac replied solemnly. "You're a domestic goddess."