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"Bundle up. Don't let any other men look at you, or your husband is going to have to punish you properly tonight..." Chloe cooed in response, her cheeks flushing. And in that instant, the strength I had been mustering vanished into thin air. Kevin had never used that kind of tone with me. With me, he was always rational, a man of few words. I had thought that was just his nature, but now I knew. With the person he truly loved, he could be childishly affectionate and incredibly clingy. For the past seven years, I was simply not the one he loved. In that single moment, seven years of marriage became an absolute joke.

For the first time, he showed a trace of tenderness. "Phoebe, just wait a little longer." But by now, I was not foolish enough to wait for him. On the day of the wedding, Christopher wore a well-tailored suit, far more expensive than the one he wore when we got married. But I knew he had secretly hung that old suit in our bedroom, standing before it every day. The wedding soon began, with a presentation playing on the screen. But suddenly, the footage switched. It was showing Nikki in a compromising position, having an affair!

Arlington was eloquent, always finding the right points to strike, but I wasn’t going to let him get to me. “Alice might be independent, but she’s no cheater,” I asserted. “Unlike you,” Adam sighed, shaking his head. “You can be such a hypocrite sometimes.” “Lily and I are in love, have been since before my marriage to Alice,” I asserted, feeling the heat rising in my chest and face. “That doesn’t change the fact that the child is mine.” “You think it is,” Arlington shrugged. “But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…”

It had completely faded when Davy was in the picture, but now I could see life pulsing from there. I turned to my husband, his face bright like a diamond in the dark, and my lips pulled apart, smiling. There was no way I was forgetting this memory ever. “I love you, Anna Walton.” He said with so much sincerity that my heart squeezed. “I love you, Hale Davy Walton.” Resting my head on his shoulder, I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent whilst praying to whoever was up there watching us that he would make this marriage last.

He shook his head in desperation. "Don... I'm afraid you've misunderstood something. She's actually my wife. We've been—" "Shut the fuck up!" the man snarled as he gave Fred a hard kick to his stomach. Maybe I'm secretly a wicked person, because I felt so much satisfaction seeing Fred suffer from this man's wrath. "You think I wouldn't recognize my wife when I see her?!" Fred couldn't speak. He wanted to say something, but he looked so scared that he kept quiet instead.

Not once. I glance up at the man in front of me and force a weak, apologetic smile. “My husband recently opened our marriage,” I whisper, my voice breaking halfway through. I close my eyes as tears burn the corners. “And I guess I’m trying to figure out what that makes me.” He doesn’t touch me. Doesn’t say a word. And somehow, that feels fair. This is a lot, even for me. We were seconds away from losing ourselves again, and now, I’ve just told him I’m married.

She stupidly said ‘yes’. Now they were sitting in a semi dark living room. The columbian had been eyeing her since they met him at the resort earlier that day. She was in a tight, bright white, cotton halter tank and khaki short shorts. Her husband insisted she wear this outfit today. Watching the man watch her every move let her know why her husband had.

He screamed in pain making his grip loosen on my body and I got up immediately from his arms. "Get up or you will get more like this," I said glaring at him. "Ok I am up and please give my kiss baby," He said with cute pout. "Sorry I have to kiss my husband not you and yeah my husband is more hot than you and not like you rude, arrogant and hot headed like you." I know I am digging my own grave by saying this but what to do I love my husband. I love to play and tease him. "Really? So you love your husband?" He asked smiling at me.

During their courtship, they used to joke about how corny it was to write each other letters—and now, here he was, sending her one. She wet her lips and kept reading: “I know I failed you. I was a bad husband. I treated you terribly and humiliated you. Maybe it’s bold of me to expect anything from you, but I regret my stupidity and my awful behavior. I messed up with you in every possible way. To me, you’re the most special person I’ve ever known—a strong woman who fought and overcame, a kind woman who has made up for all her past mistakes. I love you in a way I’ll never love anyone else.”

What to say is keep this secret. Max was a little helpless looking at the two of them having sex in the dressing room, it had been more than ten minutes and they still hadn't come out. I don't know if I'm having sex in there or not? The space inside was suddenly silent, making Max's mood anxious as well. He didn't think they would make love inside because he couldn't hear any of Aretha's moans. "Get your hands off my chest, pervert!"