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“In two years of marriage, you’ve only touched me twice. And those times, you were drunk. I had to beg you—force you even—just to feel like your wife.” “That’s why you cheated,” he said coldly. “Because I wouldn’t touch you.” I flinched. “For your information,” he added harshly, “I never loved you. I have never loved you. And I never will.” My knees buckled slightly. “I have always loved Fiona. Long before you showed up and came between us.” My heart cracked. “That’s why I don’t find you attractive. That’s why I couldn’t touch you,” he continued, his voice like a knife. “Fiona said you had a small brain. And I believed her. Only someone foolish wouldn’t have seen the handwriting on the wall.

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

I never thought this day would come. I’ve imagined a lot of things that could go wrong in my marriage, but I never even imagined that it would come to this. And I never thought I would see it with my own eyes. But there it was— a picture of my husband holding another woman close, smiling in ways he never smiled at me. To make it worse, it was not just any woman. It was Eva Sterling. “Multibillionaire, Lucian Dhark, reunites with superstar, Eva Sterling.”

I can only smile and go back to enjoying breakfast. Correct. Marriage cannot be played. After all, who is the fool who plays with holy ties? I don't love Chiko yet. But as Chiko said that day, that love can come over time and also from getting used to going through the day together. I will start opening my heart to Chiko. besides that, I also want to release my love for Darel. I have gone too far by letting my love for Darel grow even bigger.

“Honey, Wanda and her son suffered severe emotional trauma in that unfortunate marriage. Be kinder and stop making things difficult for them.” I was making things difficult for them? It turned out that one would laugh if one were utterly speechless. I looked at the man I had been married to for nearly ten years and, for the first time, I felt he was like a stranger to me. “Koah, I’ll ask you one last time. Do you only feel nothing but sympathy toward Wanda and her son?” Without the slightest hesitation, Koah raised his hand and swore to me. “Honey, I swear to you that I feel nothing else!”

Confused and seeking answers, I signalled for the butler, who promptly approached. "Where is my husband?" I inquired. "The Alpha did not return home last night, Luna," the butler informed me. His words didn't come as a surprise. Garrick's absences had become a frequent occurrence, nights when he wouldn't return, offering no explanation, and I, in turn, asking none. There had been times when I earnestly endeavoured to make our relationship work. I sought his opinion on my attire, complimented him, and even went as far as preparing his favourite meals personally. Yet, it felt like a one-sided effort in our marriage. When his parents were still with us, Garrick at least engaged in conversation

Linda looked up when she noticed that Mikael was not responding to her kiss. At first, Mikael thought that Linda was asking because he didn't kiss her back, but a moment later, Linda continued her question. "I hear you almost have a child. Then what happens?" Mikael snorted, "Lionel said it?" "Did you know? Lionel offered a large sum of money if I made you forget about that woman. I just didn't understand what was going on, so I rejected his deal. Weren't you always with me this year? So when did you get married, and who was her that makes you can’t forget about her?”

Her own father, the man she had loved first and foremost, who had once opened her eyes to the wonders of the world, had played a sinister role in her life. Not only had he coerced Damon into marrying her, but he had also concealed the dark secret that her beloved husband was a murderer. The weight of these revelations crashed upon Riya like a relentless storm, leaving her mind in a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions.

That realization made my throat constrict. I'd been given the kidney a few months earlier. To Christian. My husband. He'd needed it, and I'd not asked questions. That's what love is, isn't it? Sacrificing pieces of you so the one you love can live on. I wasn't allowed to be present in the hospital for the procedure itself. Hospital rules or something, but I visited him afterward. Pale but alive. Breathing. Smiling. And that was enough. As long as he's fine, I don't care about anything else.

"And I'll find a way." I blinked and stood up straighter, shaking my head. "That isn't possible, you have to give up on me, I'm off the market now." I walked away, but not before noticing the hurt expression flitting across Xavier's features. I didn't know what to do or say, deciding to be more miserable,I walked back outside. "What took you so long?" My husband asked immediately . He sounded irritated and annoyed.