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Georgina exclaimed. "Lower your voice, G!" I reprimanded her. "No, I won't. Why would you even consider this? Even if there's a shred of truth in what Patrick said, shouldn't you be relieved?" Georgina persisted. "Relieved? I don't follow," I said, puzzled. "Yes, you heard me. You should be glad that your HUSBAND, George, is deeply in love with you. 'Obsession' is just an exaggerated term. If a man adores me like George does to you, I'd be over the moon," she explained.

"I'm a very jealous man, baby. Irrational, too. That part of me doesn't come out because no one who knows me would dare flirt with my wife." "Neil thought it was about money and who had more of it." "I admire his confidence to move to you like that." "Eh. The most annoying part was that it could have been anyone. His possessiveness doesn't recognize who's more powerful than him. All he wants is to have what he used to have. Not that he ever had me. Even if I wasn't married, I still wouldn't have given him a chance." "That's very reassuring." I chuckled and held her gaze. "Do you forgive me, baby?"

No one responded. He opened his eyes and realized the place was empty. My things were all gone. The clothes in the closet, the cosmetics on the vanity, and the computer in the study were all gone. I had even taken one of the matching toothbrushes we bought when we got married. On the coffee table sat a signed divorce agreement. Charles bolted upright and grabbed the papers. It stated that the house and car belonged to me since they were pre-marital assets, and the savings would be split down the middle.

Does the girl ever think about her, like Aaron who constantly thinks about her? Next to Aaron, Tifanny glanced at her husband. She knew exactly what was on Aaron's mind. She knew that even though Aaron's body was here with her, his mind was still stuck on Ailee. That woman had become a shadow in their marriage, a ghost that never really left. And that pained Tifanny. She had done everything to win Aaron's heart, even willing to do everything possible to get Ailee out of her husband's mind. But her efforts always ended in vain. Aaron remained trapped in memories with Ailee, and that was a wound that never healed for Tifanny. Another journalist ventured to ask Aaron a question. "Mr. Aaron, are

He added, pointing at my lips which made me snort. "That's because he's always possessive. The fact that he sees her as a possession is proof enough that he was only shielding her as a property." I argued, my words tumbling out in a rush. If not that iw as in a good mood, I wouldn't have bothered going through that stress to explain to James. "You're so dumb!" I said, and snorted in disbelief. James nodded his head as understanding settled in his heart, but his gaze trailed into space.

I feel like I have been talking for hours, I am surprised he is still listening with full concentration. "People love in different ways, maybe that's his way of loving you." He should do this professionally when he stops playing basketball. "I know my husband loves me, it's not even used for debate but he is so passive at showing it." Right from the beginning, I get it he is shy but how long is he going to be shy? We are fucking married. I stretched my legs sitting down comfortably on the elevator's floor with Wilder beside me. "Can you believe my husband has never gotten possessive over me, gotten jealous or ever had to fight for me?" Like seriously dude, I am a fucking hottie.

Emma nodded with a smile, "I know, I know, I'll do my best!" How could she not know the type of person Landon was? The question is... was she worthy of his affections? It was better to be honest and practical when considering such a question. "Let me tell you something," Brett whispered to Emma, "Your husband was jealous." Emma's eyes widened in surprise. Where did Brett come up with such an absurd conclusion? "You see when I entered the room just now, your husband looked at me like he was going to murder me," Brett said in a low voice that made Emma burst into laughter.

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"How is discussing art embarrassing?" "Because you made me look like I can't control my own wife!" The words hang in the air like a slap. Control. That's what this has always been about. "I'm not a possession, Alexander." "Aren't you?" He turns to face me fully, his ice-blue eyes cold with fury. "Because last I checked, I own everything you have. This dress, this car, the roof over your head, your family's financial security. All of it depends on you being the wife I need, not the woman you think you want to be."