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I’m such a bad wife. . A. Gupta

“This place is beautiful.” He doesn’t respond at first. He just stares at me with that same heated look that’s been burning through me since we left the hotel. My center is sore from how much sex we've had but my cunt can't help but throb when he looks at me like he wants to devour me again and again. “The island’s nice,” he says finally, kissing my collar bone. “But not as beautiful as my wife.” I roll my eyes, though my heart is doing flips in my chest.

He hugged me more tightly and said gently, "You can trust me, Natalie. Tell me whatever's frustrating you." I sighed heavily and said, "It's about one of my friends." He picked me up and cradled me against his chest, then sat on the bed and placed me in his lap, saying, "Go on, I'm here to listen." I avoided his curious gaze and mumbled, "She got pregnant by accident, and her husband is forcing her to have an abortion.” I lifted my gaze at him to read his expression. He asked nonchalantly, "Why doesn't he want his WIFE to get pregnant?" Focusing on the word "wife.”

She sighed deeply as she grabbed her phone and log on to W******p and decided to chat the woman who had been the reason why her husband had totally ignore her. Hey !!? She typed Hello, do you still want to show yourself today?” Black beauty replied. Sadiqah: I know you are shameless... Stop chatting with my husband. Black beauty: Your husband you said? I thought he has more than a wife ... Or was that not how you took over his time before marriage? So let me have my time too... or are you scared he will abandon you just like he did to his first wife when you were not yet married to him?

“You’re too beautiful to die.” “And who would kill me?” “My husband.” It didn’t matter who her husband was. I wasn’t the least bit scared of some asshole with a thick wallet. I was the most notorious criminal in this city. He’d be so terrified that he would watch me fuck his wife. “I’ll take my chances.” “My husband is a very powerful man.”

There was a marriage certificate inside the drawer, but the marriage was validly terminated with the death of the spouse. Jackson found a photo of the woman. She seemed like a quiet and gentle person and had a pretty face with a soothing smile. Jackson found her face pleasant, but she was not too much of a stunning beauty. After all, he had seen too many beautiful women in his life. Jackson pondered. Was he once in love with this woman? He even married her and had children with her? Based on how things were usually done in the elite family, he would have married a woman worthy of the Valor family, such as Mira Hall. How could he possibly be attracted to a woman who had been in prison?

"The arrangement was always for you to marry Miguel Antonio. That was the deal we struck with his family. A wife is a wife, Mara. It doesn't matter which sister he gets. The merger goes through either way." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "A wife is a wife?" I whispered. "Mother, he doesn't want me. He wanted Clara. This entire marriage is built on a lie, on deception. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to wake up every morning next to a man who didn't choose me, who thought he was getting someone else?"

And I almost broke his face when I realized that he secretly tried to stab her with a knife. My stupid wife was just damn lucky. But how long would that luck save her? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete and ongoing novel. (Hmmm... While waiting for an update.) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Would like to hear your lovely review. Looking forward to your motivational review. Love yah all readers!

It was hate mixed with regret, and another feeling I wasn’t willing to analyze. Grace’s happy laugh carried on over to us. Everyone’s eyes were on them, smiling. They all knew her. The little boy had a beach hat on that hid his face from my sight. I wondered if he looked like his mother, had her eyes. I reluctantly had to admit that my wife was even more beautiful now than when I met her. The naive and scared young woman of barely twenty-one was gone and in her place was a beautiful woman that took your breath away. And I still wanted her, even seeing her with a child by another man. I needed her like the oxygen I breathed.

But for the first time since their marriage began, she hadn't felt like a stranger sharing his house. She had felt... chosen. Carefully, she slipped out of bed, making sure she didn't wake him. She paused at the bedroom door and looked back one last time. "Sleep a little longer," she whispered. Then she quietly left. *** The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee twenty minutes later. Jessica wasn't much of a cook, but she knew enough to prepare breakfast. Eggs. Toast. Fresh fruit. Nothing fancy. Just normal. Something married couples did.She found herself smiling again. Maybe this could be a new beginning.