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I handed my husband, Sebastian Lockwood, his pajamas and said, "Maybe you should go for a checkup tomorrow. I've been taking the medicine, but it doesn't seem to be working. The doctor warned me that if I keep taking it, my health's only going to get worse." Sebastian frowned at that. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words followed. He always seemed especially irritable when it came to this topic. Sitting beside him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and spoke gently, "Seb, we've been trying to have a baby for so long. You know how much I've always wanted one, but I—"

"Once we're married, he'll never have another chance to harass you like this." I nodded and leaned against Matteo's shoulder. I knew I needed to marry Matteo as soon as possible and cut off Enrico's delusions completely.

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.

We had a small wedding, and over time, I convinced myself the paperwork didn't really matter. But now it finally clicked. Rupert never wanted to register our marriage because he was already married to Mavis! If he filed for another marriage, it'd be bigamy. So, I'd been the other woman the whole time. And now, I didn't even have the right to ask for a divorce.

“My earth age was sealed to begin at 18 years old when we met so that we could age together on this planet. This would make things easier on both of us.” He put her fingers to his lips and lightly kissed them. “I know in light of all of this you’re probably wondering just how real our marriage is, huh?” He asked. “You and I,” he said motioning between them, “are a very real husband and wife couple on both earth and in Etheron.” He could see the relief in her eyes. “I still don’t understand, though,” she murmured. Who and where is Preticus?” Just then, Zara walked into her office.

“Aiyo, don't waste your time, Melari is the new bread of crocodile that master has purchased abroad, you're the only one in my life, prepare wifey, I'm going deeper.” He whispered through his ears, a late warning for Kolein, who had something else to say, but lost the words, and clung his arm, around his hubby's neck, the sweet spot had been hit, toes curled from ecstasy. “Ahhhhhhhhhh.” Two old folks exploring the beauty of flesh, they're married for six hundred years and their passion was still like a newlywed. The storm ended, and he helped his wife to clean. "I think their pheromones are aphrodisiac, what do you think?” Kolein said, and he both nodded, agreeing.

With a smile, I completed my sentence. “Just ask yourself Mayra exactly how many times you’ve cried after our marriage.” For few seconds his words started sounding cruel and true but the very next moment when he smirked after looking at my uneasiness, I felt a smile when I remembered the reason of marrying him. A doctor would never be able to hate his patient and here that doctor is wife too. “I better count that exactly how many times you have smiled after our marriage.” I said. His smirk instantly dropped down but instead a small smile curled up on the corner of his lips. His eyes lightens up and without saying anything, he walked out of the room.

My thighs were pressed together so hard under the sheets and it still wasn't enough. I typed with shaking fingers: I'm still married, Sylvester. His reply came in under a minute. ~You're married to a man who doesn't want you and never has. He's never touched you. He's never kissed you the way you deserve to be kissed. He's never made you feel what I make you feel with just a text message at midnight. I closed my eyes. Damn, he knew what he was doing. Knew how my body responded to him. Another buzz.

This whole situation with my marriage is overwhelming and I have proven to be unable to control it. I still can’t process what happened on our wedding night or, better said, what almost happened, I feel disgusted with myself for the way I acted. What was I thinking? I know the whole point of Victoria being my wife is for us to have children together to straighten our dominion over Javier Solis and his mafia, and at some point, I’m going to have to sleep with her, but I’m not a freaking rapist! Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. Although it also annoys me how much the memory of that night affects me, I hate that I feel a pang of guilt every time I remember how frightened Victoria loo

I had turned my professionalism to the highest level. “ Is it okay if we exchange numbers?” He wasn't planning on beating around the bush. “ We could hang out sometimes and we can get to know each other better,” he suggested. “ I'm sorry but I'm married,” I never thought this status would be this handy, not to talk of being a sweet excuse to use. “ Are you kidding me right now?” He scoffed. The pace at which he switched sides was something to be wary of. “ Do you think I'm an idiot? It's pretty obvious that you're not married,” he said pointing at my finger. I hadn't worn my ring because Azek hated to see me wearing it.