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I ended up having a high fever for the three days. It turned out that he had accompanied Philippa to a luxury brand's limited-edition 'Lover's Workshop'. On the fourth of November, one of the branches of my cafe caught on fire. I was slightly injured, but I still ended up with a miscarriage. I sobbed my tears out in the hospital. I called Jason multiple times, but no one picked up. It turned out that he was with Philippa at a beauty spa. On the sixth of November after the miscarriage, I was recovering at home, all depressed. He gave me a vinyl collector's edition of The Lovers. He said that he had asked a favor from his friend and had taken a long time to find it.

"And I promise, you will never have a reason to regret this decision." Damon chuckled darkly. Call him stupid, but he already regretted the marriage, and everything in between, even down to this conversation they were having. Giving the woman hope of a blissful marriage that might never actually exist. Wasn't he just a sore loser? "Well, getting over those sore talks, would you hurry up and come make me a nice little breakfast?" He held her waist, and put his chin on her shoulder. Riya giggled at his behavior. "Of course. It's my duty as your wife to satisfy all your desires." She pledged.

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

Hence, Emma needed to handle the situation first. As Emma walked over, Barbara noticed her approach and moved to a quieter spot to wait for Emma. “Isn’t your husband a big shot? Why is he shopping in places like this?” Barbara sneered as soon as she saw Emma. “Has he gone bankrupt or something?” Emma did not hold back. “Even if my husband went bankrupt, the house he gave me could still sell for millions. That would be enough for us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives.” Barbara turned green with envy at the mention of millions. “I really did raise a capable daughter, landing such a wealthy husband. It’s a shame you’re too heartless to care about your mother.”

‘When my husband lays on top of me, and his dick sinks in, I thank the lord that humans can’t read my mind because all I see and all I crave is his brother. That was the part where I should have shut the laptop, instead, I slowly sank to the floor and read even more. ‘My husband fucked like he was afraid to break me, but that was what I wanted, to be broken. To be used, choked, slapped and tossed around like a little slut, and every time I picture my fantasy coming true, hazel eyes look down at me. Arms strong enough to knock the life out of me squeezed my neck just enough for me to see stars.

He was the type of man I imagined as the male lead in the erotic books I read. I was sad that my husband was leaving, but I was also excited to stay with his dad. My earlier drama about feeling embarrassed? Yeah, that was just an act. Truthfully, I wanted to live under the same roof as him. At least I’d be safe—and near the man I fantasized about in my erotic dreams. He was one of the reasons I married my husband in the first place. Apollo prepared a delicious dinner for us. He was probably a better cook than I was. My husband talked about his work on the ship, and I let them have their father-son conversation.

I mean, of course, I felt how horny this dream was making me, but the smell was something else. And there it was again — a smell so powerful in a dream when I could never before remember smelling anything. This was a dream I’d never forget. “He’s going to fuck me now,” I said to my husband. “And do you know why?” “So we can get a pot of gold?” Oscar asked. I shook my head. “No. Because I want him to, and, deep down, I think you want that, too. Am I right?” “I don’t know,” Oscar said, but he was lying.

He knows me better than I know myself. “You bet I would,” I smiled. “Well, it was the usual,” I sighed. “As usual as how?” he asked. “How else, Davey? That woman was in my dream again. What could be more annoying? The fact that she kept talking about her husband and child, and this ridiculous reason for me being in someone else’s heart is driving me crazy. I’m losing my mind,” I lamented, while the cook served the food. That’s the other side of my happy marriage.

I panted now, “Please tell me your name.” He chuckled now and whispered, “Novio.” An unknown force was vacuuming me out of that dream, and I was already crying at the deep sense of loss I felt. I opened my eyes to find my husband staring down at me in concern, “Same dream?” his one grey eye stared down at me. I nodded, sitting up to cry some more while he hugged me. “Why can’t I remember, why can’t I?” “It’s a silly dream, baby.” He pulled me closer in a warm hug. “It’s not connected to your memory, I would know.”

“Mom, you’re so beautiful, finding a young guy wouldn’t be hard. But your husband surely wouldn’t allow it. Before you even met the young man, your husband would already be jealous enough to scare him away.” Amanda lifted the teapot nearby, poured herself a cup of water, and sipped. Pamela took a deep breath, her tone filled with doubt. “Amanda, is that old man really my husband?” Amanda chuckled. “Didn’t Old Master show you the marriage certificate?” “He did. It was an old black-and-white photo, but the person next to him really was me.” Amanda was certain. “Then that’s it.” Still puzzled, Pamela muttered, “Why was I so out of my mind back then? How could I have married an old man?”