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She tried to prove her point, but they just stared with total disbelief. “That’s nonsense. Anika is madly in love with me. She would never cheat on me,” Lark said proudly. “And whatever you’re thinking about me, Tori? I’m putting an end to it. I’ve given my life some serious thought, and I want to be a better husband now.” They both laughed at him, mocking Lark. Tori repeated in a funny tone, “A better husband? Ha! Try being one with a good job first.” Lark winced. “I will. I’ll get a good job. And you all will start to respect me!”

From then on, there was no locust tree on the west side of the city. Years later, I got married and had a daughter. Life was peaceful and happy. I did not know if the girl named Locust ever hated me, but I knew I did the right thing. The End

There was a line between grief and despair that I wasn’t sure I wanted to cross, but my feet were already walking over it. “Look,” I said finally, reluctant, because even telling him felt like exposing a wound. “I loved Lincoln. I still do, in a way. But he didn’t marry me because of love. He married me because his grandfather—Mr. Archibald Stone—offered to bail my parents out of their failing businesses.

Hubby: "Did you know my wife completely forgets I exist the moment she’s with her friends? It’s like I’m nothing but a distant memory. She even turned down my lunch invitation—cold, heartless woman." Oh, the drama. Before I can even type a response, another message pops up—a pouting emoji. I bite my lip to keep from laughing. The great Lincoln Sawyer, pouting like a neglected husband? Now that’s a sight for sore eyes. Me: "Oh, you poor, neglected man. What a cruel wife you have. But maybe—just maybe—she’s planning something special for you tonight and doesn’t want to spoil the surprise by seeing you too soon." It takes mere seconds before another sticker comes through—a dramatic one of someo

"I want to make it very clear here and now that my relationship with her ended a long time ago and that there was nothing in it other than a casual hookup. The only woman I love and yearn to spend the rest of my life with is you, and only you. Not because you are the mother of my children. But because I have wanted to spend every instant, hour, and minute of my life with you since the moment I saw you dancing at that club. Because you, Miranda Taylor Wenecker, occupy every thought, and my heart is yours. I hope you understand my feelings and know that they are true." "Marlon..." I feel my eyes welling up, moved by his declaration even after I had threatened to make him a eunuch. My husband l

She said, "But I've heard that Mr. Larkin is already married." Tom froze. It took him a long pause before he replied, "That's just a rumor. There was talk that Ms. Stanton was a mistress. Bluum Corp's PR department didn't handle it well, so Mr. Larkin cleared things up himself. He stated publicly that Ms. Stanton was completely innocent. How could he be married?" He would be denying the existence of his wife in doing so. What kind of man would completely disregard his wife like that? So it must've been just a rumor.

Clark was indignant as Damon scolded him, his hands clenched at his sides. Anger flashed in his eyes. "Uncle Damon, Nyla is my wife. How I handle things is none of your business!" he snapped. Damon sneered. "At least Tom knew to protect Jacqueline. You, on the other hand, are both unfaithful and cowardly. I don't know how the Sumners ended up with someone as useless as you." Clark gritted his teeth and said coldly, "At least I'm not coveting someone else's wife."

That's all that matters. Martinez wasn't financially stable when I met him. Growing up in a wealthy family, I had enough money to take care of him. Now, he works at a construction company. I still take care of him because he's my husband and I love him. You take care of the one you love, don't you. "Did Lanky ass do something?" I glared at Jackson. They call my husband Lanky Ass. Every time. At this point, I don't think they remember his name.

Clark was indignant as Damon scolded him, his hands clenched at his sides. Anger flashed in his eyes. "Uncle Damon, Nyla is my wife. How I handle things is none of your business!" he snapped. Damon sneered. "At least Tom knew to protect Jacqueline. You, on the other hand, are both unfaithful and cowardly. I don't know how the Sumners ended up with someone as useless as you." Clark gritted his teeth and said coldly, "At least I'm not coveting someone else's wife."

Aaron immediately asked, unable to stand the wait that made his heart beat faster. “What words?” Laurel frowned, teasing Aaron. It made his face turn pale. “Laurel,” Aaron reminded her that he was serious, knowing she was teasing him. Laurel smiled and sighed, her fingers brushing the soft creases between Aaron's eyebrows, rubbing them until they disappeared. “I love you, Aaron Silverwhite, my husband.” “Laurel!” Aaron shrieked, and immediately bent down, hugging Laurel tightly in happiness.