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After I lost my five-year-old daughter, I slit my wrists for the 49th time in a haze of grief. My husband was bandaging the wound when he suddenly broke down. "You and our daughter got into that car accident because I put sleeping pills in your milk. "I've already stayed by your side through your treatment to atone for what I did. How much longer are you going to torture me?" I stared at Nicholas Halston, my eyes wide with disbelief. He took a deep breath, as if a weight had finally lifted from his shoulders. "The woman I've been seeing on the side for the past three years is actually your foster sister. "I drugged you because she wanted to do something reckless in the house that day. I

Did a man like that exist in real life? I tried to move and my sore clit rubbed against my thigh. It felt like I'd been fucked in real life. Tingles of pleasure raced through my veins, and I licked my dry lips. The best and worst part of this dream was, this was not the first or second time it was happening. My eyes trailed to the empty side of the queen-size bed. An ugly feeling trickled into my chest, briefly replacing the feeling of euphoria. It's been a week since I got married to the psychopathic, serial-killer, Mafia asshole. And this husband of mine had disappeared immediately after the wedding. Without a trace, or a word to me. After we recited vows that meant nothing to each other.

She barked, her chest heaving like she had just run a marathon, and I watched her. It was useless arguing that Davy had hardly a nickname. That it was a meaningless dance just for show, but she opened her mouth again, not at all through. “Do you know how embarrassing it is to see your husband so taken by another that he couldn’t even feel you?” She asked, her words gutting me. “You have said you could spot me anywhere in a crowd, yet you were so fucking blind to it, but that wasn’t even worse. It was the fact that I had to see my husband drive her home, spending hours with her, and then he comes back home, lying in your face?

I protested weakly, my mind casting back to the glowing pair of red eyes I saw in the garden just before we entered the house and the howl that came from somewhere in the house just after I finished touching myself. It was confusing, and it was even more confusing that I was conscious of this dream while also remembering real things. The landscape of the dream changed suddenly, and Raguel was suddenly above me on my bed, his hand wrapped around my neck with a feral possessiveness in his red eyes. “Your husband sold you for a contract,” he said quietly as his red eyes darkened. “But what he doesn’t know… is that you were never his to give.”

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

What I understand, the sunlight has entered through the curtains and is so blinding. When I wake up, I can't find it Jack. Also my husband, until this morning, he has not come home. I bit my lip, imagining Jack's kiss last night. He was so warm and romantic unlike Kevin, my abusive husband. Not once or twice lashes from his belt landed on me every time he wanted to fuck me. "Is this just a dream?" I asked myself. “But the dream is so real. I can still feel the pulse of that passion. I descended the stairs with light steps as light as a feather.

I shake the thought. I received a text from Ji-Ha. "Hey how about we go to a bar? ( ╹▽╹ )" "Hmmm, will your husband be ok?" "He will not be mad unless he doesn't know right. I'm kidding hahaha I already told him I will help you to find a boyfriend." "You are such a bad girl. Also, I don't need a boyfriend. I am fine on my own. And I have high standards of who I should date hehehe" I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite.

I felt my whole body tremble, emblem with the excitement and the ecstasy of the thrill that swept over me. "I thought I told you not to kiss me again," I said. "I know but I just want us to be lovers." "I liked the kiss and I won't deny that but the past won't leave me. We will be lovers and no sex. We kiss but you won't go further. Is that a deal?" I said and stretched my hand for a handshake. "Deal." He responded and shook my hand. When we slept that time, I had another dream where I saw my husband. I had just left the coffee shop with Martin. The weather was just so perfect.

Trying to act like it never happened, but deep down, I know a certain level of happiness is present in me. I am willing to do anything to please him, and if that includes praying, why not? It's funny that my incredibly hit husband is a lover of Christ, and not some club or lover, or wild liver. Whilst praying with him, I can only wonder. Does this mean my dreams have gone down the drain? Did I lose?

Lying in his arms just felt so right, and I didn’t want to leave even though I knew this would be over tomorrow; I was just greedy for wanting this from a man that couldn’t stand my sight… I was aware that I would have to bear the cost as well, but I didn't care. I closed my eyes, and listening to his soft snoring, I felt myself slip into a fantasy island… This was the only place where my husband didn't hate me. My illusion was short-lived as I felt a jerk causing me to fall before he thundered, “How dare this bitch touch me?!” I landed hard on the ground.