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It's not her fault but I couldn't control my anger. I feel somebody set my body on fire when I see someone touch her inappropriately. No one can touch what's mine and she is mine only she belongs to me. I know, I don't love her but also I won't give anyone to touch her because she is MY WIFE, XAVIER KNIGHT'S WIFE. And I won't ever allow her to get close with any men but only me. JUST ME. I get involved in the work By the time I finished my work Ivan called to the renowned club of UK where he invited all our college friends.

I didn’t answer that right away. “Anita.” Her voice had gone careful. “You were in a terrible accident. You’re still finding your feet. And there’s a man who isn’t your husband that you think about more than you think about your own husband. I’m not saying that to be cruel. I’m frightened for you.” “I know it isn’t small.” “Does he know? This Kelvin. That you’re married, that you nearly died, how much of your own head is still missing?” “He knows all of it.”

TWO YEARS AND THREE MONTHS BACK “Benny proposed last night saying I was the only woman he could ever imagine as his wife. Can you tuck inagine? The fucker dared to say it to my face while fucking that Bitch-are you even listening? Hey! Rara!” I jolted forward when someone shook me by the shoulders.

"You said —" "I said no to waiting. I said no to delay. I said no to the idea that Adam Ballard's temporary inconvenience should be allowed to derail something that two families have spent years building. I told Elias that I didn't care if you woke up, if you stayed in a coma forever, if you spent the next forty years drooling into a pillow in a care facility. I was going to be your wife. Not your fiancée. Your wife. And I was going to be your wife before you woke up, so that when — if — you opened your eyes, the decision would already be made."

I reached out my hand towards Zeve while resisting the winds that sliced through my skin. “My amoris is not weak. She can never be controlled by anyone or any fucking thing. Mana! What rubbish is that! My wife can control every freaking planet in this galaxy! Come on, wife. Get back to your senses! Return to me!” I yelled, grabbing her wrist with and with all my strength, pulled her into my embrace.

Her teasing smirk is back within seconds as she dramatically dusts off imaginary lint from her shoulders. "Well, I am pretty awesome, after all," she muses, flipping her dark curls over her shoulder with exaggerated confidence. "You both are lucky to have me." A collective giggle sounds from all of us, the warmth of our friendship wrapping around me like a comforting hug. Just then, my phone buzzes against the table, the screen lighting up with a familiar contact name. A slow grin stretches across my lips. Hubby: "Did you know my wife completely forgets I exist the moment she’s with her friends? It’s like I’m nothing but a distant memory. She even turned down my lunch invitation—cold, heartl

“I know what I saw... ” “If I had been thinking of you,” Nicklaus interrupted, his eyes burning into hers, “I would have already fallen into your trap, but I didn’t, because Eva is my wife, she’s the one I love, and nothing... not your schemes, not your body, not your desperate attempts can change that.”

“Just get out! I never want to see you again.” “Demian…” “LEAVE!” She looked up at me with tears streaming down her face, then she turned around and walked away. I should’ve cared about the fact she genuinely looked dejected but all I could think about was Elena. I hated myself for not making my wife happy when I had her. I missed Elena, my dear wife. Always looking out for me. I missed everything about her. Now I couldn't get through to her. Victoria destroyed my life. How will I fix this… How can I make it up to her?

He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.

Then I leaned toward the microphone and spoke softly. "Good evening, everyone. My name is Quentin Thompson. I'm Ms. Hemsley's legal husband. We've been married for ten years, and we have a three-year-old son together. And I'm also..." I paused, letting my gaze sweep across Adeline's pale face. "...the majority owner of this company, with a 51% stake."