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Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

I began, my voice quieter than before, "I assume we must have been… close. To a certain extent." He set the tablet in his hand down on the desk with a soft tap. "You can ask me anything." My fingers curled slightly against the armrest. The question sat heavy on my tongue, reluctant to be released. "What..." I swallowed. "What kind of husband was I before the accident?" The words came out rough, like they'd scraped their way up from somewhere deep. Vincent's head tilted just a fraction, his gaze sharpening as if he were trying to read between the lines rather than answer the question itself. "Um... I think," he said carefully, "that question should be directed to your wife."

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

My body betrayed me, succumbing to the forbidden allure of the moment. The weight of guilt gnawed at me, knowing Neal was just a wall away. I tried to suppress any sound, biting down on my lip to avoid making a noise that could give us away. Daley seemed to find my restraint amusing, his actions growing bolder as if daring me to lose control. I felt ashamed to be doing such a thing with my brother-in-law when my husband was asleep, separated by a thin wall. But I had to admit that it was exhilarating. The sensation numbed my mind as I gave in to my desires.

He was the type of man I imagined as the male lead in the erotic books I read. I was sad that my husband was leaving, but I was also excited to stay with his dad. My earlier drama about feeling embarrassed? Yeah, that was just an act. Truthfully, I wanted to live under the same roof as him. At least I’d be safe—and near the man I fantasized about in my erotic dreams. He was one of the reasons I married my husband in the first place. Apollo prepared a delicious dinner for us. He was probably a better cook than I was. My husband talked about his work on the ship, and I let them have their father-son conversation.

She bit her lip, shuddering when she felt her husband rove his hands on her body, settling on her upper thigh, caressing it softly. Vikram nuzzled his wife's breasts, biting the inside of it softly,as he sucked on the skin. Keerthi moaned, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck tightly, shivering from the erotic rubbing of each other's naked skin. Vikram boldly held his wife's hand, bringing it down his chest, to his pubic hair,to his erect member, hoping his wife didn't get too uncomfortable. He almost jumped in relief when his wife only held him tighter,stroking him gently,long after he removed his hand. He dug his face into his wife's neck,sucking on her skin as she pumped him.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

I pushed back, i wanted more. He pulled his fingers out. Grabbed the vibrator and pressed it back to my clit. Turned it higher, then lined his cock up with my ass and pushed the head in slowly. The stretch burned good, he went deeper. Inch by inch, until his hips were against me, cock deep in my ass. He started thrusting slowly, Then faster and harder. The vibrator stayed pressed firm, buzzing and making my legs shake. "Feel that? Your husband's cock buried in your tight little ass. While your clit gets worked. You're going to cum so fucking hard."

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!