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Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

Miles was standing downstairs, holding a huge bouquet of roses, waiting for me. I rushed through getting ready and ran down. He stumbled through his confession, nervous and awkward. Before he could finish, I held his face and kissed him. After we got together, he always put me first, always gentle and thoughtful. At the end of the dream, I even saw us growing old together. I was so startled that I sat up in bed all at once, my heart racing. "What a nightmare! Good thing dreams don't come true." I glanced out the window. The sky was just starting to lighten.

“We are husband and wife. There is no reason to occupy separate rooms.” “Once the riding crop arrives,” he thought. “I must test it tonight. That sheer muslin gown… with her fine figure, it’d be doubly enticing upon her. I want to see it on her.” My hands and feet went numb when I heard his thoughts, which were consumed by such intimate pursuits.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

I rasped, my voice thick with emotions. Those eyes drifted to my hand. He grasped it gently and lifted to his lips. Only then did I notice a diamond sparkling on my ring finger. He kissed it, and those lips of his parted into a beaming grin. “Good morning… Wife.” I opened my eyes and jerked up to sit on the bed. My eyes opened wide, slowly roaming through my bedroom—my empty bedroom. My heart thundered. My head was spinning from sudden movement and the remains of sleep. I shivered, but I was not cold or frightened. The lower muscles in my stomach were still clenched, and the ache between my thighs left no doubts about what my body demanded. I raised my trembling hands and clasped both cheeks

“What do you mean, Damon? Is he here or not ?” He exhaled. “He is …” The air left my lungs. “No,” I whispered. “No, are you sure you are not mistaken?.” Even though I had been preparing for him , A part of me wanted it to be a lie . He reached for my hand. “I’m not joking.” I yanked my phone from his hand and unlocked it. The headline slapped me in the face. AURORA WOLFE’S NOT-DEAD HUSBAND MAKES SURPRISE APPEARANCE

WINTER'S POV We can hope for our future, but we don't know what God has stored for us. Same is in my case. I always dreamed of a full of love marriage with a lot of love and happiness. Then have a lot of babies. I have always dreamed that my future husband will support and help me in fulfilling my dream of being an author, but here the person sitting beside me, my so dear husband is worthless. I can't even expect such a thing from him.2

"You're my wife! Damn it, we're already married. We have kids; their names are Stacey, our eldest, Stella, our second, and Smael, our third born. Argh, I don't know. I don't know what to call that. Maybe it was just a dream, but it feels real. I even saw you burried—" That man. Everything was a dream to him, but I want him to punch him because why even did I die immediately in his stranglehold? He's annoying! But deep inside of me, it's like I'm being tickled. It was a miracle that he dreamed of me. When he woke up, I was really like his wife. When I walked out to him because of the irritation, I heard him screaming. I quickly went out and caught him sleeping again. When he woke up, he told

I woke up, my eyes wide, my chest heavy with the weight of my racing breath, the remains of desire still lingering in my mind. It felt so real, his touch, his kisses…..the feeling of his cock pushing between my p*ssy lips and entering me. It felt so real…. Yet, it was not. This wasn't the first time I had this kind of dream or imagination of my husband f*cking my brains out of me since I got better. In fact, it became a recurring dream, one day I'll admit I anticipated every night I sighed heavily, twisting around and putting off the alarm clock. I groan as I fell back on my back, my eyes on the ceiling

Jeremy, Jonathan, and James were enjoying dinner with the television broadcasting Caraline and Diego's wedding preparations. "This is one hell of a wedding," Jonathan said, his gaze not leaving the television, which was now showing the wedding decorations. "You're right, Jonathan," Jeremy replied, "I hear Henry Hulbert will be attending the wedding." "So what happened to... Deric?" asked James suddenly, "isn't he still Caraline's husband?" Jeremy chuckled. "Looks like she's starting to realize who the flawed man she married a few months ago is. I'd wager that by now she's kicked that cripple Deric out. Of course, anyone would choose Diego over that useless man."