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Damian roared, losing himself in passionate thrusts. Suddenly, my phone slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. I jolted awake. What just happened? Did I just dream that my husband Damian was cheating on me? I tried to recall the woman from my dream; she looked just like me. “Amelia, you should go back. You look tired; please get some rest,” Damian’s grandmother said seriously, looking at me. “Okay, Grandma. I’ll go check on Damian.” Hansen Manor. As I walked into the bedroom, I heard Damian’s deep, affectionate voice.

“Hey, man! If my husband is too coward to rescue me, I myself will defend the rights of us women to be respected! “ “Are you calling me a coward? Want to try me? “ “I’m talking about my husband. How could he not pick me up yet after five months?! And to answer you, you’re not a coward! You’re a pervert! “ He smirked. “Oh. I wonder if you’ll stay like that after you regain your memory. FYI, I'm your husband. “ He was still holding his wounded neck until he turned his back on me. “Call the doctors immediately.” That guy is my husband? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank y

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.”

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.

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 had never felt this way before and for a moment she felt like she was dishonoring her late husband’s memories. Nile was a great man, husband and father, but she never remembered him doing anything like this to her before. He wasn’t that big on romance, he was more of a cute klutz who tried to plan romantic candlelit dinners, but would only set the table cloth on fire, or burn the steaks, or even forget she was allergic to fish and would make her break out in hives. A little sigh escaped her mouth as she gently pulled her hand away from Aiden. He caught on to her mood. “Are you OK?” He asked.

Dylan said in his husky voice that starts giving goosebumps to her. Adira starts feeling butterflies in her stomach. She looks in Dylan's eyes and got so much feelings in that moment. "It is like a dream world for me. Like I am living my dream life. God had never rewarded me with this much happiness in my life ever. But giving me a husband that is loyal to me and giving so much love to me is like His cover up for all the pains i had gone through in the past. "My dear wife! You are looking lost somewhere. Is it me in which you are absorbing or your mind is wondering somewhere else." Dylan again spoke when Adira was feeling blessed to have him in her life as her life partner.

My dreams gave me away. I had no idea it was happening. I’d remembered the dreams themselves, and they were wild and salacious. The kind of highly charged, erotic fantasies I hadn’t had in a long time, not since I’d married Luke. I was still very attracted to my sweet and sensual husband. But sex dreams were, I’d thought, entirely in my past.