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She was still confused, she needed to know what exactly happened to change Miranda's mood. "C'mon Miranda, tell me what exactly happened, why are you this moody?" She asked. "Vivian has manipulated my husband." She muttered and turned to her. Elena felt kind of confused. "Vivian has manipulated your husband, how?" She asked. "Hypnotize! He now does everything and anything she tells him to do, he doesn't listen to anyone anymore not even me his wife." I said to her. "What? That's impossible." Elena said.

A slow, condescending smile curved her lips as she looked down at me, her eyes dripping with sheer contempt. "You really believe you're playing the devoted mother now, don't you, Abigail?" Vienna purred, her voice dropping into a dangerous, weaponized whisper. "It’s tragic, really. You wake up with a blank brain, put on a sweet little smile, and pretend the last ten years never happened." "I am her mother," I declared fiercely, holding my ground. "And I am Liam's wife." Vienna let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed off the high ceilings. "Wife? You are a temporary glitch in the system, Abigail. A broken woman living on borrowed time. You need to step back and stay away from Liam before y

“In my bedroom.” “Oh really?” She jumped, “Asher.” “Yes, my wife and I aren’t spending the night here anyway.” “What?!” Her tone suddenly changed; earlier she acted like she cared for my wife as she faked defending her, but now her true feelings were showing. “What?” I asked, intending to provoke her. “Your…your wife?” “Yes, she’s in the house; the fertility specialist checked her and gave her a drug. I guess that’s what’s making her sleepy.”

Mitch and the receptionist both turned and looked at the TV. Her eyes widened in shock. "That's y-your wife??" She flushed a deep red colour as she tried to regain her composure and the small shard of dignity left. Mitch chuckled. "She is." "Oh God..." She cried, embarrassed without measure. "Please don't make me lose my job, sir." She begged. "I don't know what came over me that I reacted that way." Mitch laughed. He knew what came over her. His hypnosis! "You are going to apologize to my wife for how you treated her the last time." The receptionist nodded vigorously, clasping her hands together.

Silas Everyone knew Hades Sinclair. Hell, I thought I knew him better than most, we’d been close long enough to see the parts other people never did. Still, nothing could have prepared me for the line he dropped over the phone this morning. “That woman is going to be my wife. If she is the woman I’m going to marry, that means you’re going to be her lapdog. So do everything she asks, and ruin anyone who dares bully my wife. Or else, you’ll end up in the grave with them.”

No one ordered me to do it. " I will my husband! " She responded with a genuine smile on her face. For christ's sake! I think she hypnotizes me by following all her words. I'm damn fascinated by her gestures and words! I'm fighting myself not to fall under her charm by any means but just to like her. I think I am already insane right now.

I composed myself at the highest stake so it wouldn't look like I was hiding something. “Is it a crime to call the Doctor?” His voice was deep and soft, like he was trying to show concern. “Alex, we both know you don't care about me. I don't know why you're trying to act all of these like there's a big audience. I'm good,” I quickly replied, looking away. “Oh, really?” He scoffed, trying to pull me close. “You're my wife and I don't want people saying something is wrong with you,” he uttered daringly.

Every instinct had been whispering careful, careful, careful for three weeks. But Maribel was already up, already moving toward the kitchen with the familiarity of someone who had been here enough times to know where things were. I was tired in that bone-deep way that fourteen weeks of pregnancy and three weeks of sustained hypervigilance created. The offer was warm, the morning was bright, and I made the mistake people make when they are exhausted, and the threat wears the face of someone they once loved. I sat down. I let Maribel make the tea.

“I’m trying to have a delicious gnocchi dinner with my wife. You two need to leave.” “Ex-wife!” I corrected loudly, the whole room going silent. “You know, Alice doesn’t enjoy either one of your dishes,” Arlington commented, Adam’s disappointment evident. “She likes to make her own food. She’s a chef in her own right.” As the three men argued and chatted, the room started to feel hot. It was unbearable, the oxygen slowly disappearing until I felt light-headed. It was madness, completely overwhelming, and I needed them all to just leave. I pushed the button on the side of my bed before taking a deep breath to steady myself.

It was the first time I had called him that, and then he smiled, clearly pleased. “Nakka! Nakka! I missed you!” I quickly shifted my attention and set Miles down. He immediately hugged Nakka happily. “…Who are you…?” The woman spoke, looking at me in shock. “She’s my wife, and this is my child.” Sebastian immediately pulled me closer and wrapped his arm tightly around my waist. He surprised me, but I let him. Letting that woman step back was exactly what needed to happen, she had to understand there was no place for her.