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You have to keep going, keep fighting, learn to love and care for the good in yourself, and be grateful for the things that fill your soul. And she had so much to be grateful for. A husband who loved her madly, who noticed her every need and took care of her, who held her hand proudly as they walked down the street, who made her feel beautiful every day. Three wonderful, sweet, and thoughtful children who were growing up to be kind people. A crazy, rude, and vulgar father who wouldn't bat an eyelid to burn Rome down for her. All of that was love.

I mock. “And what do you think about being even just a wife if you could not get some jerk to marry you for all these years? You should shut up,” Tarah snaps. “That is where the irony is, Tarah! I am not a wife yet, but I am a thousand and one percent sure that I would make an excellent wife than you can ever be in your entire pathetic life. At least my wise instincts tell me that I should be sensitive to my husband and his family and not do anything that would put any of their lives at risk. But you, Tarah? Goodness! You have such a different meaning of being a good wife. I mean, you grab every chance you get to get what you want without minding whether anyone will get hurt or not. Such a s

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She admits that her love for Xuan never diminished, but now she wanted to live for herself and her children. “Mommy, what is this book?” Athalia rumbled while playing with her porcelain doll, watching Allana sign the tons of books piled on her table. Allana looked at her youngest daughter and kissed her forehead before she took her and made her sit on her lap. “This is a book about a great love, love for yourself, for the people around you, and a love that healed you and gave you lots of things to learn in life,” she answered, Athalia furrowed her brows and pouted her lips.

No one stays at the bottom and no one stays on top either. After losing so much, she suddenly had everything she needed. In terms of material things, she definitely has more. It's not about the 'needs' anymore but the 'wants' that she can easily access day by day. But is this really it? Is it normal to greedily ask for more? “What's with the cake?” Belle stopped and stared at Nikolai. Of course, she didn’t wish for his world to revolve around her only… but isn’t it just right for a husband to remember his wife’s birthday?

“I am not ready.” I made her wait until I was done foaming the body wash on her delicate shoulders, then I gathered her hair in my fists and applied shampoo. When my silence greeted her, she looked at me over her shoulder. Her pissed face and red angry eyes glared at me. “If you want a child so much then why don’t you fuck some other woman and build a family with her. Why are you so adamant on tormenting me? First you stalked me, married me against my will and now you want to impose a child on me?” She blurted. Her lips wobbled. “I am your wife for fucks sake not a damn breeder.” Her eyes full of sweet anger. I agonised day and night to see her emotions other than fear—even if it was her ang

her father cried. Jacques grabbed Sylvia's hand and squeezed out crocodile tears. "You don't know how much she's suffered over the years, Mr. and Mrs. LePenn. Richard is a bully through and through. He oppressed her. She told me many times that if it weren't for me, she would have given in to her demons and ended her life." Her parents' expressions softened. When they turned back to me, their attitude had plainly shifted. To powerful old-money families like ours, cheating was a moral stain. If society branded me a cheater, people would grandstand and freeze me out of business.

"I'll go find Cullen now. It was nice to meet you, Brielle." "Nice to meet you too ma'am" I responded, trying to sound elegant. I watched as she walked out of the living room, feeling a sense of respect for her. She may have been a bit intimidating. Not as intimidating as I was, I said to myself, but she was also clearly a strong and successful woman. And if she approved of me, then maybe I wasn't doing such a bad job as Cullen's wife after all. Well.. I was Brielle afterall… a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it with a full force. What could be more intimidating than that?

She couldn’t hear Mara’s response anymore. Couldn’t hear anything. Her chest felt strangely hollow. As though seven years of marriage… Seven years of trying… Had suddenly become meaningless. Quietly, she turned around and walked back upstairs. Inside the bedroom sat two unopened gift boxes. One for Elowen. One for Lucien. She stared at them silently. Then, one by one She placed them back inside her suitcase. By noon, Alina found herself standing outside a familiar restaurant. The same restaurant Lucien once brought her to after their wedding.

Only after we'd walked away did I realize I was still holding her hand. I awkwardly let go and looked away. Less than a week later, Zara sent a huge payment to my account. And she started showing up even more often. Every day, she'd stop Poppy and me just to tell us how much she loved us. She even started bringing us homemade meals. Back then, that kind of effort was reserved for Holden and Oliver. A few times, she even showed up at Poppy's preschool with clothes and food. Anyone who didn't know better would've thought she was the perfect wife and mom.