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Author’s P.O.V " Oh! my so-called whore-Ops I misspell- wife is up. " He whispered in his monotone. Her heart felt a pang but avoided his comment. It has been one week since he claimed her to be a whore who was trying to get attention. One week felt like hell. His taunt for her being a whore and a sleepy ass. Not her fault though, after an orgasm her body automatically resists everything and she craves for a nap. It wasn't in her hand to prevent the desire to sleep after the first round.

"Did Your beloved husband tell you how he used me. Took my Virginity and left me alone at a stupid Hotel. He decieved me. Feeding me crap like he was going to make me his Wife and that he loved me. I was stupid enough to believe him and I was so deep in it that I was willing to take him back after he used me. He got me Pregnant and I was Just Seventeen! I called him and told him I was Pregnant and he denied it. He said he wasn't responsible even though he knew that he was my first!"

When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, he pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, "Whatever it takes. Whatever we have to offer, whatever we have to do—we'll figure it out." Whitmore cleared his throat, and they pulled apart slightly, though Lucien kept one arm firmly around Seraphine's waist, as if he couldn't bear not to be touching her. "That's what we need to figure out," the lawyer said, his tone gentle, understanding. "And according to Elizabeth Hartwell's journal—which I had the pleasure of reading at the New York Historical Society—she spent two years researching what her particular entity might value before making her offer." "Did it work?" Seraphine asked, hardly d

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

For the first time, something raw slipped through Whitmore's careful control, anger bleeding into his voice. "Then explain it to me," Sophia said, stepping forward despite Vanessa's hand trying to hold her back. Her voice shook, but she didn't stop. "Explain to me why you told me my mother died in an accident. Explain why you paid for my education, my apartment, every job I ever had, and called it generosity from a family friend. Was I ever anything to you besides a tool you kept sharp for exactly this moment?" Whitmore looked at her, and for one brief second, something that might have been guilt flickered across his face before he buried it again beneath years of practiced control.

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

"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?" "Then you'd better make sure he doesn't find out the truth," my mother said, her voice turning glacial. "You'd better make sure that you keep your mouth shut about this, because if you don't, if Miguel goes running to his family with this information, then everything will crash. Do not let him find out. Do you understand me?" "He already knows something is wrong," I said desperately. "He asked me directly. He knows I'm not—" "You need to

His expression darkened, and he started to say something. I didn't give him the chance. I went straight up onto the makeshift stage, and Wendy handed me a fresh mic. The livestream rig that was set up for the celebrities swung around to face me. Once everything was ready, I tested the mic with a few words. "To the livestream and everyone out there—do you want to hear a true story? A woman sells her family house worth over a million dollars to put her 20-year-old boyfriend through his PhD because he once swore that he'd marry her when he completed it.

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

“Madon, you talk too much” The ride to their house was really funny, and I enjoyed the way they both treated me like I was their daughter which warmed my heart. Mister Wix said that his wife hadn’t been able to make children due to some womb problems she found out she had as a teenager. They were both devastated since they couldn’t have a child of their own, despite that he loved his life and didn’t want to stop loving her just because she can't get pregnant.