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“It’s not like I kept it a secret. I know Chrissie’s tired of traveling all over the world with me just to sit in the blistering sun and watch a ‘bunch of overgrown boys ride their big wheels,’ as she calls it. This fit she’s throwing right now...well, it’s made me see what I’m doing to her...to our marriage.” “Hell, man, she knew what she was getting into when she married you.” “Yeah, but I love her too much to keep putting her through all this.” Race met his friend’s eyes. “In the end, when my knee finally gives out and I can’t even get up from the pavement because of all the muscle cramps...Mike, she’s all I got.” “I still think you were crazy to marry an anally retentive home decorat

a breathy sigh escaped my lips, “I don’t want your money. To be honest, I could care less about a single materialistic thing that you own. I’d rather live in a cardboard box outside of the hospital than to remain married to you. Does that make it clear enough for you, Mr. Wood?” A snarl marred his face, “That’s preposterous, Rosa.” “No. What would be preposterous is to remain in a marriage where there is no love between the husband and the wife,” I started, standing up and walking towards him, “What would be preposterous would be to live under the same roof as my husband and his mistress,” I stepped into his personal space, “What would be really god damned preposterous would be to have your

I snapped, ignoring his question and he walked to the mattress, his hand brushing against her cheek as he tilted her head towards him, capturing her lips in a kiss, I closed my eyes, the sight affecting me more than it should've. A second later, I opened my eyes, he'd already pulled away, disgust submerged itself in my stomach. “ Three years Dom,” My voice trembled. “ Three fucking years, I gave my all to you, I worked, I served,I did everything all to make you happy and this is how you repay me? This is how you—” “ Stop being a pathetic little brat,” Tania snarled. “ Do not speak when I'm speaking to my husband!” I clapped back, silencing her, I turned to him, taking slow steps to close the

I felt tired; my temples began to throb again. "I slept with Howard." The wine glass in his hand shattered on the floor. His eyes turned crimson, disbelief etched across his face. "Teagan! How could you…" I calmly closed my laptop and smiled at him. "What? Are you upset?" I genuinely hoped we could just have a marriage of convenience, where we could both enjoy the benefits this arrangement brought. He could sleep with a different woman every night, and I wouldn't care. Meanwhile, I would leverage the Brookes' connections to gain more resources for myself.

But I found out he didn't feel the same about me on our wedding day. Okay, to be perfectly honest with you and me. I knew he wasn't head over heels in love with me. But ladies, you know what I thought. I thought he would eventually fall in love with me because I'm sweet and love this man so much. Only if he gave our marriage a chance could we live blissfully ever after. But I had no idea how much he didn't love me and didn't want to marry me. So to envision him falling in love with me, from what I experienced at our wedding and in our marriage, it appeared it would never happen. Despite all that, we are married. So did love ever emerge to the surface? If it did make its appearance, was it du

News of Luisa's imprisonment by the Moretti family reached Enrico. On top of that, he learned I had not miscarried at all and was about to enter a marriage alliance with Matteo. He had always believed I had only left in a fit of anger, and that as long as he found me and apologized sincerely, he could win me back. But now, I was going to marry someone else. This was a reality he absolutely could not accept.

Hi guys. I want to start by apologizing. I started June doing really well with daily updates, but ended up falling off. Well, I wanted to explain. I had finished school, but I unfortunetly did not receive my diploma. I had something of a mental breakdown, and kind of went into a depressive episode. (My episodes can be particularly bad due to my bipolar 1.) Not long after, my dog started to have issues, and he was rushed to the vet, and it did cost a pretty penny. I currently do not have a job, so I was very stressed trying to find ways to pay for this, but I had family that was willing to help, but stressed nonetheless. Lastly, close to the end of June, my fiancé and I decided to move becaus

Alexander almost smiled. “That’s because every time it happens, things become more complicated.” Amara crossed her arms. “And yet you keep doing it.” Alexander looked at her. “You didn’t exactly stop me.” Her cheeks warmed slightly. “That’s not the point.” “Then what is the point?” Amara hesitated. The truth was she didn’t even know anymore. This marriage had started as a contract. Simple. Clear. Temporary. But now? Nothing about it felt simple anymore. Before she could answer, Alexander’s phone suddenly vibrated loudly on the table.

I accept out of spite, drinking it while Lucien works on his laptop like I'm not there. Thirty minutes in, I break the silence. "How many couples will be there?" "Eight, including us." "Do they all have real marriages?" His fingers pause on the keyboard. "Define real." "Marriages that started without contracts." "Most marriages are contracts, Mara. Some are just more honest about it." "That's bleak." "That's reality." He returns to typing. "James and Victoria Worthington married to merge family fortunes. Oliver Grant married his assistant to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit. The Pattersons have an arrangement where he keeps a mistress and she keeps his credit cards."

VON’S POV "Love?" Chris wheezed. "You've known her a week. That's not love, that's trauma bonding. Stockholm syndrome dressed up as romance. The moment the crisis ends, the moment you both realize you're just two damaged people who latched onto each other because you had no one else " "Keep talking," Marissa said quietly. Dangerously. "Please. Keep explaining my marriage, my feelings, my life. Because every word makes it easier to watch you die."