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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 thought in his mind. "Okay, So Dylan and Adira, you both have written the unique answers as you know nothing about each other." The old lady asked to them whilw raising her eyebrows. Dylan and Adira looked at each other shockingly as they still don't know what had written on the chart of each other. "You can show your answers to each other." The old man said with a smile on his lips. After that Dylan and Adira showed their charts to each other. "What. Do you really think that I cannot cook anything. Hey Wife, I am so good in it. I used to cook for myself in midnights whenever I felt hungry. You are underestimating your husband's capabilities." Dylan said while narrowing his eyes on Adi

You aren’t dead…’ Lily's body was trembling as her vision blurred from tears. ‘Husband, do you know how much I missed you? Do you know… ‘I dream of you every day… ‘I dream about our marriage for three years on top of many other little things.’

"Calvin is in a league of his own, honestly. He's fooling around with his mistress while his wife lies beside him. Talk about bravado." I stiffened. What did all those comments mean? Who was "Deedee"? Did they mean Dorothy? Then I remembered—Dorothy Sanders, the new intern at Calvin's company. She came by the house twice. She was slender and soft-spoken. I thought she was a well-behaved young woman. But what did she have to do with this silicone doll? More comments poured across my vision. "Laura's still in the dark. Poor thing. Her husband and his mistress are fooling around right next to her, and she still doesn't know!"

Nothing happened overnight. The next morning, I put on a sharp business suit and, for the first time in a long while, did a full face of makeup. My confidence returned, and I looked every bit the woman I used to be. Nicholas drove steadily toward Harper Group's headquarters downtown. I closed my eyes to rest, but my mind refused to settle. Ryan and I had been college classmates. He was handsome, ambitious, and incredibly attentive to me. Back then, I believed I had found true love. Against my father's wishes, I married him anyway.

“You’re probably running on caffeine and sarcasm. Eat something real. – L.” Her fingers tightened on the card as she reads the note. Your husband, Lucien Vale The husband she had barely spoken to since the wedding—who hadn’t even shown his face—had sent her flowers and lunch? She frowned, peeling open the lunchbox. Inside was perfectly packed chicken korma with basmati rice, a slice of mango, and a small container of homemade truffle mushroom soup. She knew the scent before she even opened the box—it was her mother’s recipe.

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 didn't know if my now husband will let me continue pursuing dreams? "I know what you are, me and my mother know Omegas like you. A gold digger who only wants our money." I knew that time, that my future husband will fulfill all those fantasies of mine. I didn't know if my future husband will be as romantic as I had dreamed due to all those fan fictions I read about him. I didn't knew, what future has in front of me? Will mine dreams will crumble like a paper? My husband and my mother-in-law are already planning to kick me out of their life.

Their love was inseparable” I love my husband Damian so very much and he's the first man in my life but I guess this is my fate to be tied down to a loveless marriage and a mean mother-in-law. “Sighs” I went into the lavatory, I need to get a temporary therapy session. I turned on the shower and let the warm water flow freely down my bare, tired body. I hope this helps!! I hope this would wash out all the helplessness or should I say regret that I feel right now. I had fantasized about him being so loving and caring, I had dreamt of cooking him, potato and hot chili soup his favorite. I had imagined massaging his weary body each day he gets back from work and cuddling him to bed. But those d

Until the night my husband came to me and felt eerily like the old Damian Blackwood. The grumpy, unfeeling Damian. His face was turned up in a scowl that only lessened when he saw me, and I thought I could wipe it off completely. So I attended to my marital duties with all the passion I could that night despite how uninvested he seemed in all of it, and as we lay to sleep, I lay my head on one half of his head and traced a finger upon the space that was left in a bid to have my sweet husband back with me.