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I look at her in confusion. "Reality check?" she nodded her head. "I always considered him my husband and I made up my mind whether I love him or not, he was my husband. weather sometimes or say always he mistreats me but it was all ok as he was my husband." I tightened my fist to control the urge to interrupt her and tell her that he is no one. "He is no one," she said. My eyes shoot up hearing her. I look at her dumb-headed. Did she read my mind?

he said, trying to nod his head in that position. "This is not the first time I have called you that," she said, trying to rack her brain to see if she had ever directly referred to him in his face as her husband. "I know that, but it feels different for a change," he said, planting another quick kiss on her lip and pulling his head back so he could look at her face. "It feels real," he added his voice in a whisper. "Then I want to cook a meal for my husband," she said, stressing the word husband as she felt a certain kind of pride.

She dreads turning to the voice, scared of who she’ll see but she turns and her face falls, lips parted in a surprised gasp as she stares at the man who in return doesn’t seem surprised to see her, rather he’s smirking at Bella. It’s the man, the gorgeous stranger she slept with last night. What is the man doing in her husband’s house?.

She began, " What are you talking about? You can't just barge into a room and introduce yourself." " Let me take you down memory lane.. we were classmates in kindergarten." I stood there uninterested, "So?" " So...I am not a stranger." She paused as she looked around.then breath out, " this is perfect. A lot of changes but I can fix this." " Nobody is fixing anything," I took out my hand to show her," I am married. I don't know what my mom had fed you with but I am a married man." Even though it didn't sit well as I said, it was cringe. I never said I was all the while I was married to Elara.

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

“Erm… This guy. “I smirk. The creepy guy frowns and curls his lip to check out his competition. My eyes scan up and down the man I’ve just grabbed. Oh, he’s gorgeous. I timed that well. The guy raises an eyebrow as his eyes flick between the other guy and me. “This is my husband.” I smile as I link my arm through his. He looks like he could be nice. I’m sure he’ll save me. The tall guy raises an eyebrow in surprise and smiles. “And you are my… wife?” he questions. I nod. “Uh-huh.” Oh boy, don’t blow my cover.

Manuel was eagerly gnawing as his hazy eyes opened. Her black hair buried in her, Britney was scared and wide awake. "Manuel, what are you doing?" Well, she asked before realizing that she had asked a redundant question. It was such an obvious question, there was no need to ask at all. Manuel slightly lifted himself and said matter-of-factly, "Get some benefits that a husband should have." Husband? It seems like they had never referred to each other as husband and wife before. "Manuel, can you pause? My relatives are still here!"

She barked, her chest heaving like she had just run a marathon, and I watched her. It was useless arguing that Davy had hardly a nickname. That it was a meaningless dance just for show, but she opened her mouth again, not at all through. “Do you know how embarrassing it is to see your husband so taken by another that he couldn’t even feel you?” She asked, her words gutting me. “You have said you could spot me anywhere in a crowd, yet you were so fucking blind to it, but that wasn’t even worse. It was the fact that I had to see my husband drive her home, spending hours with her, and then he comes back home, lying in your face?

Husband? Aiden? Oh no, this joke had gone way too far. Grace's heart hammered against her ribs. She gathered herself from the shock, blinking hard like that would somehow reset reality. "You're saying this man here is my husband?" Sophia answered with a sweet smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "That's right. He's your husband." She tilted her head, her voice dripping with false concern. "Oh, don't tell me you don't remember your own man?"

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.