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Everything looked just like her dream. One moment. How did Radit know what she wanted? Even down to the details. "Remember when I borrowed your laptop at grandma's house?" Radit, who seemed to be able to guess the contents of his wife's heart, asked so. Amanda nodded. "I stole something from your file called my dream." "Radit?" Her husband chuckled. Then he gave Amanda a long kiss on the temple and said. "You should know that I'm the only man who can make your dreams come true, darling. Not Andre or-"

He also sleeps with her like this. The same Tanya was seeing the same dream again in her sleep. She was reading the same novel again. Those were its pages which she had read hurriedly. A boy was visible in it, she could not see his face but only his back. Looking at him she remembers that he is a side character in the novel. Apart from Nidhi, he is the only one who helps Tanya. She remembers well that there is not much about him in the novel, only that he is a business man. His name is also Shivam, not much was told about him even in the novel. She had never seen her in full form, but she recognized him by his body.

“I could jerk off to it a million times.” The fantasy of him rubbing one out in the shower or in his bed was enough to make my pussy tighten around his dick again. He was so thick it wasn’t hard to do. The slightest sensation made me squeeze him like a firm hand. “I jerk off to you every night. I pretend my husband is you when he fucks me. I come picturing your face…” I started to grind against him harder, my pussy taking all of him with my thrusts. I would never have the audacity to say these things to anyone else, but I was too high to care. I was having an affair with a man I met in a bar. There wasn’t much more I could do to ruin my reputation.

Myla leaned back in her seat, letting her gaze drift to her husband. He was still gorgeous... nothing about the accident had changed that. If anything, the accident had only made him sharper; he had that cold edge now that amplified the quiet power that men envied. She had even masturbated to the thought of him in that chair, dominating her, commanding her to ride him exactly how he wanted. The man she had married would have done that, but that Hayden didn’t exist anymore. What was left was a cold, closed-off stranger who wouldn’t even look her in the eyes or spend any time with her.

Sophie stood up from the water with a gloomy expression. She didn’t even dry herself. She walked to the mirror and looked at herself. It was so miserable to be so stupid. She couldn’t even process everything. After a few seconds, she wiped her wet hair with her right hand, then cried again. She took a robe and put it on. She kept staring blankly at her reflection in the dressing room mirror hours later. The anger inside her burned so fiercely that she felt an overwhelming urge to strangle her con-artist husband, who had deceived her, and even the pregnancy had been nothing but a lie. The truth was, Sophie wasn’t pregnant at all.

"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!"

It was a thing of beauty. We were now resting in the luxury hotel when I saw my husband reading a book. It was a rare sight. He always worked a lot. I hardly saw him reading a newspaper. The book was a little old. I saw the title which was a little faded. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. I had lots of books at home and these days without my job I'm catching up with my reading. I read Normal People by Sally Ronnie. It was a little dark but I loved it anyways. It had a lot of similarities with my life as well except that my husband is a lot better than Connel.

Cyra nodded, and then watched him leaving. She had never expected to see this side of him which made her believe that not just only a perfect man, a perfect cook….he was a perfect and ideal husband. He was that kind of life partner which any girl would feel blessed to have, but what about her? Why was this blessing cloaked as a curse for her? “This novel is quite romantic,” Cyra heard him saying who was reading the romance novel for her. Her head was placed over his lap as he had given her a head massage after their dinner, and now he was reciting that story for her.

Peter looking at the photo, "Bella, you are ignorant of the truth with which your existence is connected, but I don't know why it seems that you know something. You haven't told me what Weston told you that night, I hope you never find out the truth." A mansion in a deserted place which looked very useless from outside but was very magnificent from inside. Everything inside was with full modern touch. There was nothing different inside but there was a lot under that ground. There were underground cells where Weston kept people imprisoned. Weston was there at this time and Henry was also with him. Weston puts the bullet in his gun, "Henry, what's the news?" henery ," Boss, he is coming to New

At that moment, it felt as though my heart was being ripped apart. "Your husband is calling you. Do you want to answer it?" The policeman's voice pulled me back to reality. I looked down and stared at my phone screen, at the word "Hubby."