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“I feel… unwell. My body’s aching, I think I’m coming down with a fever.” “That’s not my concern. I don’t care how you feel, Mathilda. Just stay here until I get back. Keep playing your role, the same as always. Understood? I’ve noticed you’ve been showing a little too much of your real self lately. Do you think of me as your husband now?” Mathilda lowered her gaze. I knew my words had stung. Yes, I was being cruel, but cruelty was the price of this arrangement. She didn’t respond, just shook her head slightly. I got out of the car, no longer caring what happened to her. Everything she did irritated me — even the smallest, most normal things.

I wanted to believe this wasn’t happening. But then— “Oh... shit*! Oh yeah! Just like that! Just like that! Fuvk!” My hand went to the doorknob. I closed my eyes, whispering a silent prayer that I was just mishearing. That my heart wasn’t about to be torn in two. But the moment I twisted the knob and opened the door— “Shit… I’m about to cum!” The words rang in my ears. And there he was. Felix Wade. My husband. Naked. Kneeling on our matrimonial bed, making love to another woman!

Alex arched one eyebrow. And Claire exhaled harshly. She shook her head at Alex's behavior. “What a flirtatious husband!” cursed Claire. Alex shrugged his shoulders indifferently. “I'm a flirt with my own wife. If I flirted with someone else's wife, that would be a problem,” Alex retorted. Claire folded her arms across her chest after hearing Alex's words. “How dare you flirt with someone's wife?” Claire asked Alex with her chin up. “It depends! If the wife is beautiful and sexy, why not?” Alex joked but immediately made Claire's eyeballs widen.

He spends the entire night out and doesn't even bother to check in while his wife is at home about to give birth. Who could be more heartless than that? People could tell right away that this commenter was an insider. Curious strangers responded to the message as it shot to the top, but "HeD serveslt" remained silent. Another well-liked comment was then elevated to the top. The wife isn't innocent either, according to this one. She made the most of her pregnancy. She is ugly and overweight. How could a man want someone like that? Drama erupted again as a result. He deserved it; obviously, he hadn't intended to continue arguing, but they immediately retaliated after realizing that.

“What do you think you’re doing?” “What do you mean?” I whispered back, keeping my eyes on the crowd. “Didn’t you hear what the MC said? They called your wife.” His smile didn’t falter, but his words cut like a blade. “And you think showing up here with your fat, ugly face is something to be proud of? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, Rose?” His voice rose, and I heard some of the people laughing. Even Eva, my own daughter, was laughing at me.

She answered, staring harshly in Sara's eyes. Neel fisted his hands tightly. He felt ashamed over the scene his wife created in front of Manya. "I am sorry, Manya. My wife didn't mean to insult you. She is angry with me." Manya gave him a dirty look. "Then talk to her. Handle your married life. I don't care Mr." She didn't even take his surname while talking to him. "For I will not tolerate her accusing me again." Sara laughed and shook her head. "Wow. What a terrific performance you both are giving," she clapped her hands again. "Wow!" Her brows clenched together and her nose scrunched a little as she looked at them both disgustingly.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

“He says we can’t live at home anymore.” “Is this how you act in front of a child?” I ask calmly. Daniel looks at me, his eyes full of hate, “You can have the whore and her bastard.” An evil smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “Wait, if you’re here? Where is your wife? Does she know about all this?” Trying to keep my voice neutral, I say, “Don’t worry about my wife. She’s an amazing woman.” “I’m sure she is. But does she like sleeping in a cold bed? A place in mine just became available.” Daniel taunts.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

He asked for a hug which I gladly oblige. "I miss you wife!" He whispered then he kiss my temple. I softly hit him. "We're just together this morning!" He chuckled. “So what? I always miss you every seconds when you are not with me.” I rolled my eyes. "Liar!" I pulled him towards the sofa where the people who will do the costumes for the party is. "Good afternoon Mr. Ottave!" They said while giggling. I just shook my head. My husband is very handsome that’s why I’m so used to that kind of reaction.