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He breathed out, relief softening him, before leaning back to kiss me again. He caught my gaze, holding it with that infuriating mix of mischief and charm. “What?” he murmured, voice low and playful. “Admiring how thoughtful—and handsome—your husband is?” I pulled my blouse back on, smoothing it over my shoulders. “Yes,” I said. “I just want to see clearly—whether the man who claims to love me has room in his heart for more than one woman.” He stiffened. Fear flashed across his eyes—just for a second—before he masked it perfectly.

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

Trying to act like it never happened, but deep down, I know a certain level of happiness is present in me. I am willing to do anything to please him, and if that includes praying, why not? It's funny that my incredibly hit husband is a lover of Christ, and not some club or lover, or wild liver. Whilst praying with him, I can only wonder. Does this mean my dreams have gone down the drain? Did I lose?

I love you. Flynn reread the message as his heart pounded. He tapped the number calling it. It rang twice then got picked. “mine.” Flynn clenched his jaw. “This is her husband. How long have you been sleeping with my wife you piece of shit?!” . . .

I actually forgot the tv drama will be aired that Dohyung actually cast in that time. And she picked up her phone cause it was ringing. It's probably her husband on the line. I am observant of other people's expressions and I wonder why her face immediately went expressionless but with a hint of annoyance when she was talking on the phone. She was always smiling when talking to me earlier. Probably it's been a while since she have a good time so I shrug it off. She ended the call. "Your husband?" I ask and she nodded. "He said we probably stayed too long. Haa. It's so hard when you actually got married now..."

Mari's whole body ached the next day. With every movement she made, she felt the pain in her whole body, especially in the middle of her thighs. That's what it's called, she's no longer a virgin, her husband has taken her most cherished honor. She's surrendered everything to her husband, which is very happy because they're now married, so there's no problem. But something was bothering Mari's mind, as if she was missing what she and Andrei did last night. What she expected to be a hot fight in bed ended up being a very careful romance between her and Andrei. Even their sex was very careful, without the excitement that would have been sexual. Mari shook her head and something else was going t

Then, all your problems will be solved," Bronson suggested, turning to Landon. Emma's face flushed with anger. "Uncle, who told you my husband can just hire a housekeeper whenever he pleases?" "Emma, why are you being so modest?" Bronson chuckled, crossing his legs. "Isn't your husband an executive? He's very successful, drives a Bentley, and wears designer clothes." "Just because I married a good man doesn't mean I've forgotten about my mother. My mom has sacrificed a lot for me over the years," Bronson sighed dramatically. "You know your father is good for nothing, only cares about himself.

“Grandpa, I’m telling you, from now on I’ll not listen to every word you say. You want me to marry Pearlie, and unite with the Turner family through our marriage right? I’d suggest you better perish that thought of yours!” “Isn’t Pearlie good enough? Why can’t you fall for her?” “Why should I like her?” Zachary sneered. “I’m not afraid to tell you, I’ll piddle away for the rest of my life if I can’t be together with Yvonne. I won’t get married, let alone me living my life as you want, just wait and see!” “You little brat!” The Old Master Quimby became furious at once. “Are you threatening me? That’s not going to work on me!”

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.