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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!

Your Husband, Maria Walker.

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

I smile to myself inwardly and begin summarizing of the files. "If you don't complete this task before lunch, then forget about having any." He warns me from his desk, his voice ringing in my mind. I have always had big dreams. I have dreamt having a perfect job at a publishing house with my name as the best selling author, with a perfect life and loving husband. And here I have a glimpse of that dream however I don't think I will ever have a loving husband. My husband is a devil who always wants to put me down, and I can't even say a thing to him. I'm that weak. I hate to be this pathetic.5

All I want is to get to our hotel room and just die on the big bed. But for now, I'll just keep pinching myself to remind myself that this is real life. That Damien Hunt is my real husband. And that I'm his real wife. And that we are married for real. I thought this would be scary but the thought of calling him 'my husband' for eternity makes me burst with bliss. I don't care how old we get, Damien will always be my dream man. And living with him for the rest of my life is a dream! ****

"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