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His words echoed in my mind, and I still was clueless about his motive behind marrying me. I lay my tired head on the headrest and closed my eyes. The day’s exhaustion got me, and I fell into a blissful sleep. But it was a temporary moment of bliss because my hot husband followed me into my dream. He appeared in my dream from nowhere and picked me up in his arms. I snuggled into his bare torso and moisture pooled between my legs when my body touched his. He lay me down in heaven and pulled me closer to his warm body. I inhaled his addictive scent, wanting to lick every inch of his body. How had I become such a needy bitch in my dreams? I thrashed to get free and escape from my dreams.

I slowly turned around taking everything in. And suddenly… A strange ache filled my chest. This right here was exactly the kind of life I had once dreamed of having. A quiet beautiful home with children running around the garden playing. A husband coming home after work to a delicious home cooked meal and a warm family dinner. Just a simple family full of love. I had dreamed about it so many times when I was younger. But after marrying Richard, that dream slowly died. I was stuck in a loveless charade of a marriage.

Like something precious rotting in the dark. She stood up slowly and walked toward the balcony, receipts in hand, necklace still folded inside her palm. The city lights blurred before her. She didn’t cry. Not yet. But her heart was splintering, one quiet crack at a time. "My husband indeed has another woman..."

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

She picked up a flimsy and sexiest lingerie on her closet, sprayed on some perfume and she followed her husband to the guestroom. A pang of disappointed hit her again when she saw Garrett sleeping soundly on the bed. There's nothing else she can do, as she doesn't have the heart to wake him up because she knows that her husband is so damn tired working in the mango farm the whole day. Dana just decided to sleep with her husband on the same bed, just to feel his warmth. It will be enough for her for the meantime. But she can't help herself but to wonder why her husband is avoiding her like a plague...

she added and look at Henry's eyes. "Dream about what?" he asked. "He was driving so fast that hit the side walk... but then when I run to help him he'll just gone and I couldn't even saw his face." she continued. "Since when did you have this dream?" "A months ago." "How long?" "Five months... I guess..." "Does it remind you of someone?" "My real husband." she answered without hesitation. "So you really believe I'm not your husband?" "Will you tell me the truth?" she challenged.

I just sell fish in the market. And now, I am the wife of a multi-billionaire. I can’t believe it. It seems like it was just a dream. I don’t want to wake up anymore if this is a dream. “What does my husband look like?” I asked her. I was just curious about the physical appearance of my husband. Maybe he’s old or what? I can’t stop the nausea I feel right now if he is old. But I’m not sure, the person in front of me is still young, maybe my husband is in his 20s. I remained standing in front of her.

[Carnelia] I felt the cold of the void behind me as I lay in bed, dreaming of my husband. And yet, as I opened my eyes, I felt a warm touch on my cheek and the deep, earthy scent of him so strong that I was sure I must still be dreaming. Turning towards the warmth and the delicious scent of crushed leaves and pine, I blinked my eyes up to see an impossibility. Primus, my husband and mate, is standing next to me.

She turned her head to notice a big black man behind her. This man began to rub both his hands over her ass while she kept sucking her husband’s cock. Then the black man began fingering her pussy that was now wimping with her juices. Her husband grabbed her head with both his hands before to pump his dick in and out. She began to moan in pleasure as the black man began to push his huge dick in her wet pussy. Then she woke up. She asked her husband what he fought about her dream. Her husband dismissed it, saying that his cock was already enough for her.