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He said as if to remind her. "I'm sorry my staff probably wasn't able to locate where to send the invites, they probably didn't think you'll be interested to go. My apologies." She said. "No problem." He replied but his gaze is lock with the man on her side who holds her protectively. " Honey this is Mr. Harvey, Robert Harvey that is., a friend of mother. Mr Harvey this is my husband Tristan Hewitt." The two man lock eyes on each other. One a little bit older, another two decades younger but both have strong personality. Both are successful in their chosen field, both are good looking that are being chased and desired by women.

"You are referred to as exactly what you are, a man, while I am referred to as my relationship to you, a wife. Like the only identifiable thing about me is that now I am your wife but you still get to be a man in your own right" I explain. It's something that's always irked me while watching TV shows or movies where people get married, instantly leaving a bad taste in my mouth. I watch as Rhode tilts his head to the side slightly and presses his lips together before shaking his head.

It was obviously a lie, but Noah's expression didn't change after hearing what she said. “I think you're the one who misunderstood,” the brown-haired man coldly replied. “I'm not worried if you will steal him from me, rather, I'm more worried if—ah, what will I say? I can’t even understand it myself, so why should I tell her about it?” "..." Jessica looked confused as she continued to stare at her husband. In the first two sentences, her husband sounded confident, but then he sounded hesitant until he finally mumbled the last two sentences, and it sounded like he was talking to himself. Jessica could only hear what he said vaguely, and that was why she didn't understand what he meant.

"What?! Get away from me!" "What if I don't want to? Come with me!" He tightened his grip on my arms. "I said let me go!" "Dude, let go." I narrowed my eyes at the man who approached us. "Why, who are you, huh? If I'm yours, I won't try to interfere." "I'm her husband. What are you going to do now?" I felt the man gradually let go of my arms. "Tsk! Next time, take care of your wife." I covered my ears and then walked away from them.

That line did not work, she would have never though these little boys would be so shameless. “A woman can’t handle all that!” “Just let me blow ya back out, you ain’t go want no woman after that!” “Shid I’m gay too, tell ya girl I said what’s up!” She would never understand why men were like that. Even using the line I’m married was a bust! “Girl you wake up this warm in the morning?” “Your husband better know how lucky he is!” “ If you were my wife, I’d never let you out the house!”

"You really can't be honest? Not even now?" Like yelling would magically make it hurt less. I pressed into my stomach, trying to hold myself together. He stayed quiet, jaw locked. The silence dragged... then something in me snapped. "Forget it. We need a break." Never thought I'd be the one saying it. Never thought I'd bring up a break. "No." Matthew grabbed my arm, desperate. "You're the only one I see as my wife. Only you." I let out a bitter laugh. "Seriously?"

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---

He was wearing just a pair of black trousers with no shirt. Maybe if I was still in love with him, I would have still found him attractive but then now, he irritated me than the pigs. “I’ve been waiting for you babe.” “Ohh sweetheart, this little rat was just causing a scene.” The strange woman said to Charles before looking at me. I know she wanted me to feel hurt that she also had my ex husband on her web, but I didn’t care. “I’ve told you, I won’t leave.” I said looking at my rival dead in the eye.

Emma I looked at her with a shocked expression and said, “What did you just say?” Isha immediately shook her head. “No, I didn’t mean what I just said. I know your husband loves you a lot, but I’ve always heard that men aren’t loyal to their partners.” She said it so innocently that I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, you’re right. But I love him, and he’s more than just a husband to me—he’s my everything. He would never betray me.”

He cradles her like she’s fragile, shaking his head with an expression I can’t decipher. "Dad!" she sobs, clinging to him. "My husband doesn’t even remember me! I don’t want to live anymore!" The older man strokes her hair soothingly, whispering something too low for me to hear. "Oh, my dear… don’t cry. It’ll be fine. I can’t believe such a tragedy is happening." Husband? The word sends a sharp pulse through my skull. The confusion inside me festers, growing wider. Who are these people?