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"I can see it in your eyes." "I'm not," I lied. "I was just thinking about how beautiful it is here." "It is," he said, kissing my neck. "But it's not the view that's on your mind. It's him. My wife is thinking about her ex boyfriend. Should I be jealous? Worried? Or both?" "I don't know what you want me to say, Damian," I said, my voice strained. "I can't just turn off my brain. I can't forget that he's out there, plotting God knows what."

He once swore he would be my husband, that we would be together for life. When he was a teenager, he moved abroad with his family. At the airport, he clutched my hand, sobbing, begging me to wait—promising he would come back. I waited. And waited. But he never returned. The tenderness of youth faded with time. I found a new love, a new marriage. I thought happiness would last forever. But I never imagined my husband's heart would belong to another woman. And that my unborn child would become nothing more than the lifeline to his so-called "true love."

I admit that I am a jealous woman, and my friends know that. That's also what my ex-husband and I always fight about. He is good-looking. He inherited Crimson's good looks even if his sexual skills are not that satisfying. That's why I was trying to find a way to make our time in bed together exciting. But it didn't work. He got cold all of a sudden, and then I found out that he was in a relationship with a younger woman. In the end, it's not my loss. Fortunately, he left his son with me, and he was willing for everything I wanted to do.

Just as she was about to leave, Thomas dragged her, pulling her in and using her back to slam the wall. His eyes were vicious, filled with hate, an expression she hadn't witnessed. "You think you are big now, who do you think you are, to leave me, we are getting married or else I will kill you and your father will inherit everything, your worst nightmare would come to pass," he threatened. Isa couldn't help but laugh, his blackmail wasn't even worth it. "Is that all you got dear ex?" She mocked. "You really don't know how much I hate my father and his new wife, you have been with me so much, yet you know so little, I won't like I'm a bit disappointed," She grinned, puzzling Thomas.

Something moved across her face. "You want to talk about wives?" she said. "Let's talk about husbands who message their old school crushes about their marriage problems. Who tells another woman that their wife is never home and the house feels empty, that they need help." She tilted her head slightly. "Who does that David? Who talks to a woman they have history with like that when they're married?" I said nothing. It hit hard. "I was desperate," she said. "I wanted to be close to you. Yes. I engineered it. But you gave me every tool I needed to do it. So don't stand there looking at me like I'm the only villain in this story because we both know that isn't true."

"Why will I call that psycho when I'm having a beautiful, hot, sexy, bold and fiesty wife standing in front of me in my shirt?" "Day by day, you're becoming naughty husband," She teased. "For you only, my jaan. Why are you so jealous when I solely belong to you?" "I'm jealous because my husband is sinfully hot and handsome. Every girl wants him. I don't want to share you with anyone. In college, every girls looks you like a piece of meat. It's as if they are ready to eat you any time. I want to kill them for eye raping you with their eagle eyes."

I need to focus on work so that I can return abroad immediately, it's better that I don't stay for a long time here. "See, you're thinking of a different man again. Before it was your ex-husband is now Craig, don't you know that I'm a jealous person?" He still didn't stop teasing until we got in the car. "Raziel, can you stop your flirting with me?" I teased him with a joke, "Another thing is you keep saying that you are jealous as if it’s true.” I roll my eyes at him. "So, I'm allowed to feel jealous if what I feel is true?" He asked in amazement, "So is that your way of saying that I have the right to like you?"

I said with a bit of annoyance in my voice. "Oh my god, Greval. Are you jealous?" "Yes," I said firmly. There is no point of denying that. Hell. I love her so fucking much and it is normal for me to feel jealous, right? And I have the right to feel this. I am her husband! We are married. She is pregnant with my child! She is mine. "Why are you even jealous? I am your wife. We are not teenager, Greval," she said in a soft tone, caressing my arm.

"Wait, I never said anything about their facial looks so why are we going there Mr?" He asked getting up from the bed and framing annoyance. "Well, I am talking about it because they really are, you should look at them," Jordan responded laughing at him. "I have you, and I have no wish or intentions to look at anyone else, you should do the same too or we will have a problem, I am a very jealous man, you should know that I won't share my husband with anybody," He replied firmly even though he trusted Jordan with his life. "Wow, jealous, I love it, don't worry, you can be jealous for free, and what's more, I am a one-man kind of man, so you are safe,"

“That’s none of your concern.” “It is if he’s living with you.” My jaw tightened. “Who told you that?” “So he is.” “You don’t get to interrogate me.” “I’m not interrogating.” His tone stayed calm. Controlled. “I’m asking.” “Why?” His eyes sharpened just slightly. “Because I’d like to know if the man aggressively competing with my company is also aggressively pursuing my ex-wife.” There it was. Jealousy. Carefully wrapped in logic. “Elias and I work together,” I said evenly.