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The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly. Still, I could not understand why Reynold kept me around even though he did not love me. He could have just told me, and we would have divorced. Yet, not only did he take away my ability to have children, but he even cheated and betrayed me, In the end, I didn't visit the doctor. Instead, I went home alone. The mansion was the home Reynold and I purchased when we got married, back when his career was just starting to take off. I could still remember us lying in bed, talking about the future. We had dreamed of having two kids—a boy and a girl—a perfect family of four.

“I did no such thing, and mind your business.” She threw her hands up in mock surrender. “Alright. But you need to give me details of what happened? Are you guys together now?” I opened the chips. “No, we’re not. I told him I’ve forgiven but I need time to think about us.” “What’s there to think about? You love him and he loves you, end of story. You get to have your happily ever after.” “Might need to lay low on the amount of romance novels you read, you’re becoming too imaginative.”

I remember telling myself this isn't what a marriage should look like. But again, he woke up the next morning with the sweetest tongue. Apologizing. And what did my mom have to say about it when I told her? “Marriage is not always going to be sweet. And what he did should let you know how much he loves you and values your marriage.” I knew something was wrong but I was too blind by love. I thought enduring it all was part of earning his loyalty and proving my love. Till this day, I hate myself for believing that.

But my mind… my past… my reality—they all came crashing in before the word could ever leave my lips. I couldn’t say it. I didn’t deserve it. Not the life he was offering. Not the freedom. Not him. ⸻ My father’s voice echoes in my head, just like it always does. “The richer the man, the more you must give to keep him.” I used to believe that. I was raised to believe that. Love wasn’t something soft or real—it was a transaction. Power. Control. Alignment. Marriage wasn’t about happiness. It was about advantage.

Thank you very much. Love yah all xoxo Phoebe Heather P.S. Here are my other novels, please check them out. Relentless Pursuit of His Lost Love Forever Mine : The President’s Secret Little Wife Stolen Heart: A Marriage on Paper Substitute Groom: Married to an Enemy Love of His Life: The Playboy Fell Head Over Heels In Love Falling In Love With His Prince Charming Again

Hello everybody!! Thank you for reading this book. I appreciate the time you spent on this journey with me. I feel a mixture of emotions now—both happy and sad. Happy because I successfully completed this book, and sad because the journey has come to an end. The lesson of this book is that true love is strong and marriage is precious. Try to understand your spouse, take their hand, and face life's difficulties together. Please follow me and stay tuned for my new book. [Mafia Lords: On Knees Begging For Her Fogiveness] With love, Jeje Romanzoo

replied Jane. Aaron raised his eyebrow, quite surprised to hear that fact. Helena? Helped him? His eyes glanced briefly at the woman who was busy doing her makeup not far from him. Helena and all her charms were there, trying to lure him. If he must be honest, Aaron was a little grateful because the woman he was going to marry was Helena. He really couldn't imagine what his life would be like if he married a woman he didn't know. And what would happen to his lover? There was no desire to substitute or cheat on anyone, even though the marriage occurred due to coercion. He had to choose between Helena or the woman of his grandfather's choice. That situation made him frustrated to the point of

Your love which had set an enforced obedience on my personality. Lastly, you would ask me, perhaps, whether all this time I have lived with you, if I have enjoyed your love and I would assure you, little or none, till just during your courtship with me, I experienced your love. Your grateful submission to all my needs and desires were recognized and accomplished. I remembered how you took me to picnic, discotheque and parties held in Hollywood. You civilized my timidity by exposing me to civilize society. Then, I relished the intimates of our reunion into marital bloc and chewed the curd of enjoyment in the arms of your love that didn’t wax cold. While our love for one another grew too great

Keerthi welcomed the intimacy with her husband,her hand moving gently in Vikram's hair, acutely aware of her husband inside her. She felt overwhelmed with all the love she felt for her husband. "I Love You." Vikram smiled lifting his head up from his wife's chest,placing a kiss on her moist breast, licking through the valley of her breasts,"I Love You too." Keerthi winced when her husband pulled away,her insides throbbing in pain. She felt full as long as her husband was inside her,so when her husband pulled away,she felt weirdly empty. She blushed when she saw her husband discard the used condom.

I'm glad nobody knows that we seek to make each other suffer. After setting the table, I called in the minister and my husband. "I can see now that you guys are in a springtime of love." The minister's wife said. "What's the springtime of love?" The minister asked. "It's a season when couples can't stop pouring out their love." She answered. "Venessa told me about it." Martin held my hand. I wanted to push his hand away but I smiled at the minister and his wife. "Venessa, what do you like most in your husband?" The minister's wife asked.