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I opened my mouth to rebut her absurd characterization, only to feel her icy stare cut me off. "Save your explanations. The media already decided your new boy toy's identity seems to be your ghostwriter helping pen this supposedly explosive memoir." She arched a condescending brow. "And judging from their recreation of yesterday's cozy afternoon 'literary salon,' the public's chomping at the bit to discover all the sordid details about your torrid on-set affair with this ruggedly handsome stud pollinating your creative process." It was an effort not to gape openly. "I-"

And it was glorious. “Oh, F.uck. You feel incredible”. I wanted him to kiss me, but he just stood there, looking at me with so much tenderness that it melted me. And then he was moving, our bodies connected in sync. But it was more. We were saying with our bodies what we wouldn’t say out loud. When my climax hit me, my eyes filled with tears. I can’t deny it anymore. I fell deeply and truly in love with my fake husband. Matt came soon after that and I felt him pulsing inside me for a long time. We held each other for a while, breathing hard, unable to break the connection.

He asked, raising a questionable eyebrow at me. Lorenzo who was confused by the sudden turn of events, blinked twice trying not to be dragged into his brother's madness. This was probably one of his schemes. His sly tricks to get under his skin. "You must be drunk while the sun is burning hot. You're seriously losing it. This woman here is mine. She's my wife and we've been married for..., Well you don't have to know." Lorenzo said, intertwining our fingers together. Atkins scoffed. He didn't want to believe it. "What are you talking about? She's Sophie. The too-innocent red-haired bitch I dated back in New York City."

I’m watching Kent Lippert’s homemade porn. Mesmerized, I watch Kent reach down to touch himself. The woman is in the way – I can’t see any details – but I can tell he’s hard and ready for her. He gives her a loud smack on the ass and, as she gives a little yelp, plunges himself inside her, grabbing her by the hips. The woman’s mouth opens in a gasp that turns into a moan, and suddenly she’s saying his name – I lean forward, fascinated, when suddenly the door next to the television swings open.

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

“Relax, Bianca. Are you not happy to see me?” “Not when you show up without any fucking warning.” He took another step closer. “But I told you there would be a surprise.” “You told me the location would be a surprise.” Julian’s smirk only grew. “I thought we were ‘back on.’ Is this not what fake boyfriends do? Surprise their fake girlfriends?” I rolled my eyes. “Not when they march into offices uninvited. You paid her off, did you not? That is why she let you walk right in.”

"Fifty million dollars so far. I've been covering it up by falsifying financial reports and paying off auditors." No. No no no no. "I've also been having an affair with Dave Harrison," the fake me continued. "We've been together for over a year. My marriage to Ethan Ashford is a sham. I married him for his money and his connections. I never loved him." The video ended. The screens went black. The ballroom erupted into complete chaos. People shouting. Cameras flashing. Reporters yelling questions. I stood at the podium, completely frozen. My mind couldn't process what was happening.

“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have asked you that.” Leo buried his face in my shoulder and cried without a sound. Then, he suddenly looked up at me. “You know about Auntie Maria and Dad’s ceremony, don’t you?” “Dad told me it’s not a real mating. Mom, please don’t be mad, okay? He loves you.” I said nothing, unwilling to shatter his innocent hope. After dinner, the housekeeper took Leo upstairs for his bath. I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed.

That went far beyond abuse. The next second, the clerk frowned. "Wait… This certificate is fake. You should take it back." Everything in me went cold. I stared at her, unable to believe it. "How is that possible?" So, the one thing that had held me together all this time was fake, too. I couldn't tell if my heart hurt more or my body. I laughed and cried at the same time as I walked out. That marriage certificate was just like his love, a lie from the start.

Julian’s broad back was glistening with sweat as he ruthlessly pinned a blonde woman against the headboard, his hips slamming into her with a savage, breathless rhythm. She was screaming his name, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. It wasn't the first time I had caught him. I had found texts, smelled cheap perfume, and seen the traces of his infidelity for years. But now? Yesterday it was the teacher. Tonight it was another random whore. He had completely turned our matrimonial bed, the sacred space of our marriage, into a public brothel. Julian glanced over his shoulder, his eyes locking onto my crimson nightgown. He didn't stop his frantic thrusts. He didn't even look surprised.