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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.

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.

1. Stepson Seed Chapter 1 My husband died six months after our marriage people like to call, a “dream marriage”. They believed it was a love story. You know, he met me, liked me and we decided to get married because I reciprocated the feelings. Meanwhile, i hated the old geezer. Suddenly, he had an heart attack and slumped to his death. Just like that. One day he was barking orders about his empire, the next he was gone. They wanted to put the blame on me, especially the evil witch he called a mother but luckily, autopsy was done and it was confirmed to be heart attack, a condition that had been brewing long before he met me. Now the family policy says I have to move into his old mansion, wh

I closed my eyes as he got closer, waiting for those rosy pink lips to touch mine. "Aurora!" I heard someone call my name aggressive but ignored it. This wasn't the time, I was going to kiss my new husband, Damien. "Aurora get up now!" I heard that agitating voice again and suddenly felt cold. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't met with Damien's dreamy blue eyes, instead what stared back at me was a pair off angry black eyes that belonged to none other than my mother in law, Eleanor Sinclair. I looked around to see that I was in bed. It turned out that I had been dreaming, again. It was all just a dream, there was nothing truly happy about my life. I was back to this depressing, gloomy world.

That’s what Damien does—he steals attention. He’s a thief. Because every time he’s in sight, I’m robbed of breath and other things I don’t want to put a name to. And now, I feel like he’ll rob me of something else. Something I really don’t want to give away. So I won’t. Because I’m taking things into my own hands now. And there’s nothing Greek God Husband can do about it.