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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.”

"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 slowly turned around taking everything in. And suddenly… A strange ache filled my chest. This right here was exactly the kind of life I had once dreamed of having. A quiet beautiful home with children running around the garden playing. A husband coming home after work to a delicious home cooked meal and a warm family dinner. Just a simple family full of love. I had dreamed about it so many times when I was younger. But after marrying Richard, that dream slowly died. I was stuck in a loveless charade of a marriage.

"You love Jake so much, sis. I'm sure you'd be willing to sacrifice yourself to help him pay off his debts, right? This outfit suits you perfectly. You were born to be a man's little bitch. Go on, get on the floor and bark for us." I clutched the collar tightly, looked up, and let tears roll down my face. "Jake, I'm your wife. The woman you married. Are you really going to humiliate me like a dog just for money?" But Jake was already blind with greed over that fifty grand. Whatever husbandly feeling he had left was long gone. He grabbed me by the collar. "Shut the hell up! I still have the deed to your parents' rundown little house. You refuse to wear this? Tomorrow, I'll have those two old

There is no sign that this is a man who has problems with his wife. Did he accept the situation? Or is it one of those relationships where the one is so used to being miserable that nothing makes him sad anymore and his relationship with his wife seems insignificant? “You’re funny, Daayiee. Anyway, I’ll see you all at dinner.” Until the man disappeared from their sight, Daayiee was still looking at him. "Be still, my heart." "Hey, hey, my sister owns him." He rolled his eyes. "I don’t care about your sister. Why does she leave her masculine husband in the Philippines? Doesn't she know that many people can steal someone like her husband?"

I had a feeling there was another woman somewhere because countless times I had heard him discussing ever so sweetly on a phone to a woman but when I did interrogate him, I would end up with a slap or an insult. Twined tears trickled down my cheeks the more I pondered on my marraige. Was this even a marraige? I suddenly became claustrophobic and goosebumps raided my skin. As if on cue, I heard the clicking sound of the door being opened and I swiftly pivoted my face to its direction. Holding my stare, I jerked once we set our eyes upon each other. There he stood, my cold and mysterious husband. He was dressed in his white signature shirt and black trousers. It was partially unbuttoned to rev

"I promise to be present. To be the father our children deserve, the partner you deserve, the man who chooses family over everything. I will never leave again. I will never be the unseen husband. I will be here, in light, for all our days." Alessia was crying openly now, and Sebastian's own eyes were wet. The Prince turned to her. "Lady Alessia, do you have words for your husband?" Alessia took a shaky breath. "Six years ago, I married a stranger. I barely saw his face. I knew nothing about him except his name. He left at dawn, and I thought he'd abandoned me forever." "But I was wrong. He didn't abandon me—we were both deceived. And the man I've come to know is nothing like the distant, unc

she added and look at Henry's eyes. "Dream about what?" he asked. "He was driving so fast that hit the side walk... but then when I run to help him he'll just gone and I couldn't even saw his face." she continued. "Since when did you have this dream?" "A months ago." "How long?" "Five months... I guess..." "Does it remind you of someone?" "My real husband." she answered without hesitation. "So you really believe I'm not your husband?" "Will you tell me the truth?" she challenged.