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Weylin mumbled, walking behind his wife. "Who are you calling crazy?" Garaine glared, turning towards her husband, still sulking. "I can hear you." She pointed her fingers at her ears, wiggling them, telling him that she clearly heard everything. "Oh?" Weylin stopped, blinking innocently. "Was I that loud?" "Yeah, Mr Playboy," Garaine rolled her eyes, showing her annoyance. She started jumping lightly, splashing water, enjoying the chilling effect of water. "Aish!" Weylin chuckled, seeing her enjoying herself. Such a crazy girl she is! He thought, smiling.

Jackie opened her robe. Patty’s eyes widened. Her head snapped over at Billy. Jackie giggled. “He’s seen me naked plenty of times.” “Really?” Patty said with surprise. Billy rubbed the back of his head. Jackie took her robe off and placed it on a towel rack. “Yes, I think Billy is the only man alive who has screwed all three Garvey women.” Billy laughed. “Jodi, too?” Patty exclaimed. “Oh, shit. Does . . . you know who know?”

“Be advised that these images are…upsetting.” He was wrong: they weren’t upsetting. They were enraging. It took my brain a moment to understand what I was seeing, but when the pieces clicked into place, a tide of anger pulsed through my entire body. Topless, wearing only a bikini bottom, was my wife, lounging on a chair during our honeymoon. Despite all of the precautions and security measures that had been taken, someone had managed to take photos of my wife’s naked breasts and was now making money from them.

His face was free of any emotions. My heart ached for him. His wife's deeds are really thorns in his heart. Soon he gestured for his assistant to play something on the screen. It was amarriage certificate of mr. Gavin and his wife. Followed there were set of photos where by the woman was pregnant. The photos of the kids when there were young in different places. All of the occasions it was mr Gavin kids no one else. Other photos where shown too But these were photos of that woman and her new family. And all their paternity test.

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

"Garren is a very private person. A lot of people know he has a son, but not everyone knows who exactly is." The gossips are everywhere, but Garren seems oblivious to them or he simply doesn't care. "But wait, is that his wife? I've never seen her before. She must be lucky." "I don't know. But there's a huge possibility. They wouldn't invite her over if she's just a colleague." My cheeks flushed upon hearing that conversation from the people behind us. Can't they be more obvious?! I wanted to rectify their erroneous speculations, but I chose to turn a deaf ear.

"Yes Lori I remember and luckily you haven't changed a bit!! Still the same with those lame jokes of yours" Elle sat back on her seat again playing with her pancakes. Her eyes enjoying the sight of her smiling husband. He looked so beautiful and her finger involuntarily touched her lips. Remembering just how this beautiful man has claimed her lips last night. A blush radiating on her cheeks. He caught her movement and the blush on her cheeks. He smiled knowing what she was thinking. Smirking he ended the call and gave her his full attention. "Is my wife having indecent thoughts about me?"

Her full breasts, hard nipples, and smooth wet pussy were completely exposed under the bright boardroom lights. I smiled. “Good girl. Bend over the table.” She bent over the long table, spreading her legs. Her ass and pussy were on full display. A few minutes later, Marcus walked in. His eyes widened when he saw my naked wife bent over the table. “Victor… what the hell is this?” he asked, shocked. I leaned back in my chair. “You’ve been fucking my wife behind my back. Now you’re going to fuck her in front of me. Take your clothes off.”

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

His eyes expanded. "Garrett, like Garrett farms?" "Yes. Now, where is my wife?" "W- w-wife?" "Mrs. Boma Braide Donovan Garrett." Donovan stated coldly. Hearing Boma's name in full like that, Larry's eyes dilated. It seemed like he was going to faint. He stepped back a bit. "Everything is- is- is fine." He stuttered trying to sound reassuring. "If you will wait in the restaurant, she will be with you shortly. We have a VIP lounge that-"