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“Do you really need to go there? You’re married now. Let your past be just a past. If you can't forget your Theriss, I’m giving up on our marriage! “ There. My mouth has spoken before my mind could think. I was disgusted. I was annoyed with that woman. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT! (By the way: If you can understand tagalog, I have so lot of Tagalog Novel for you to read. Please visit my profile where you can see my works. Thank you so much!)

With that, he turns and walks out of the room without hesitation, leaving me standing exactly where he left me, the silence swallowing me whole as I blink back the tears threatening to spill and focus on keeping myself upright. I sit in the back of the car on the ride home, watching the city pass by through the tinted window and trying to register that I am technically married now, that somewhere in a drawer inside that estate, there is a document with my name beside Stephano’s, proof that my life has shifted into something that no longer resembles what it did yesterday. The driver doesn't speak, and I am grateful for that because I don't trust myself enough not to break the moment someone e

Mara cut in, eyeing him skeptically. "I don't know why," Mr. Johnson replied, shaking his head. "Perhaps it was because I spent so much time and effort on our little town without thinking that you could have left to somewhere else. God, I hate that woman! She destroyed my life!" Mara knew who he was referring to and she became curious. "Where is she now? Are you still married?" "God forbid. I don't know where she is and I don't care. I'm sorry for everything she put you through, Mara. That night when I left her with you at the hospital and went to see if I could reach your mother to..."

Noah No! No, it couldn’t be. My worst nightmare had become a reality. Clara was kissing Raymond. I caught only a split second of the kiss before Raymond pulled back, his eyes widening in shock as they met mine. I was already spinning around, running as fast as my legs would carry me. Tears blurred my vision. My heart was pounding, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I fled. Not this. Not again. I couldn’t lose my marriage like this. Not after everything we’d been through. Memories of Owen and Josie’s betrayal crashed into me, merging with the fresh agony of what I’d just witnessed.

Ian would have been much better for me. “I don’t care what your reason is, but you can’t call me unless I ping first. I’m married now. You read the newspapers, right? I have a feeling that my wife wouldn’t take the news that I’m with other people good-naturedly.” I pointed out smartly. She sighed. “I committed a blunder, then?” “Yes, you did.” I agreed. There was a pinch of silence. “I would you see you when I get back. Make sure you wear one of those slutty lingeries,” I said easily.

I can still feel the tingles and the goosebumps, all of them together, all of them awakening my desire for him more. “I look forward to proving it in a more hands-on way.” I whisper as we break away from the kiss. “Are you ready to catch the bouquet?” My dear friend catches me by surprise and I turn around to see her. “Um, Sophie? Everyone here is already married.” Twice in my case! To the same man, of course, but nonetheless... “Excellent point! So then, how about dessert?”

“You met him that night? Your affair with him began that night?! We were still married at that time! You cheated on me!” Aurora spoke in a calm tone, "Cheated on you? Have you forgotten what you told me? Before you went abroad, you told me that we were in an open marriage. You were with Carla through the entire time of our marriage! What right do you have to talk about cheating? I was stupid for not having an affair sooner! Well, that’s all the past now. We’re no longer married and I’m in a relationship with a great man. So leave me alone.”

I lay back in my beach chair, listening to the report, and stretched with deep satisfaction. "Beautiful work, 001. You can enter sleep mode now." "Acknowledged, Owner. Unit 001, standing by." 001 closed her eyes. The indicator light on her neck dimmed and went dark. She entered standby. I set down the iPad and gazed at the turquoise water and white sand stretching before me. I took a deep breath. Three years of marriage—an absurd farce that had finally reached its curtain call. I hadn't played the long-suffering heroine, weeping over a worthless man. I hadn't sacrificed my own life for the sake of revenge.

My head was still pounding so I grabbed the coffee she prepared but her hands snap my hand away. “that’s not yours! Get your own damn coffee!” “Alright, since you already have called me a stupid oaf and I don’t remember anything, may I know why my wife is sending me death glares?” “You want to know why dear husband?” Opening her notebook, she furiously wrote “I’m actually writing it on my diary. First day as a married woman. Our wedding was blissful and happy. My husband promised to give me my wedding night after days of halting our sexual intercourse. I was excited to consummate our marriage when my dear husband fell asleep in the middle of his seduction. The worst part was I got locked out

For rushing to see the man who had dismissed her without a second thought. Ruan’s physical pain vanished from her sight, replaced by a whirlwind of corrosive memories. She could feel the old scars on her heart reopening. The end of the marriage. She had filed for divorce, but Ruan had abandoned her first. Megan’s triumphant return to the city—even after years of marriage and a child to raise—made Ruan instantly run to the woman who had left him at the altar.