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His grin is casual, his posture relaxed, like he owns the room—or at least a good chunk of it. “Sorry,” I say. “Do I know you?” “Not yet,” he says, extending a hand. “Sebastian Knight. Investor, occasional meddler, and, incidentally, the husband of the woman you were just waving at.” My eyebrows shoot up. “Oh.” He chuckles. “Yeah. Don’t take it personally. She’s… well, complicated.” “Good to know,” I say, shaking his hand. “And what brings you here, Sebastian?”

I was belowing. MASTER HENRY POV: It pained me seeing my son suffering. I know it's my fault and I felt guitly. I was selfish with both of my son and Shasha. I didn't took seriously his disorder as I can't believed there is such kind of disorder of physical contact allergy. I had the disorder of only having sexual contact with one woman as my body also react with other woman sexually but not like my son, rejecting every woman touch and his high hypersexual disorder made him dependen to only one woman.

Let all of her past with Zillion be a lesson for her so that next time she is no longer careless in giving counseling sessions to her clients. "Of course we have business, because you turned my husband away from me." "Tch, I never did. Maybe it happened because you never paid any attention to your poor husband. Did you know that Zillion has been experiencing acute anxiety disorder? He was so lonely all day long that he almost went crazy for not being able to handle it. And you selfishly still care about your career, when your husband is in a bad state. So it's clear this is all the result of your mistake, Cassie."

“I have a husband, for Christ’s sake and I don’t want to-“ “Bullshit!” He stood up and kicked the side table, which left the magazines scattered on the floor. “Your husband is an asshole and you know it. Do you even see yourself in the mirror? You are falling apart, Astrid and your husband doesn’t even care about that!” That got a sharp stare from Astrid. “I am not falling apart,” she cried.

And he connects more with people than his two brothers. The most taciturn is Auracio junior. I think he inherited all of his father’s behavior. I’ve learned to understand my husband’s behavior. I’ve noticed he is a very good husband and a very good father. But outside, he is another person; I’ve seen a bit of his cruelty when he thinks he is alone in the basement, where he tortures people. It’s when I realize that my husband is the devil incarnate. And I tell myself that I’m lucky he loves me.

Why would Aleksei or Niko be different? Yeah. I’m biased as hell. Maybe I need to sit down and reevaluate how I see people. Maybe I should cut Aleksei some slack. He’s told me again and again that he’s not like that. That he doesn’t cheat. I should believe him. I should. And then I step out from behind the brush, and stop. There he is. My husband. Standing like a fallen god in a dark suit and a cravat, like he’s about to walk on a red carpet or a runway for hot sexy men.

Then, his voice rose again, cutting through the chaos. “I’ll repeat myself, she’s my wife. My WIfe! The woman I married!” His voice was dangerous now, controlled fury dripping from every word. “Just one rumor doesn’t give any of you the right to touch her! Her coming here to explain things to you all was out of courtesy, because she didn’t have to! It’s her life, our marriage! We are not accountable to anyone!” Every reporter froze. The clicking stopped. The murmurs died down. Only his voice filled the space, deeply, resolutely, and thunderously

Calvin sneered. Then, he added, "Tell me where she is, unless you want me to cut ties with you for good in the last years of your life." I watched as Margaret's eyes welled up when she heard Calvin's threat. "I'm your dad's wife—how could you do this to me?" Calvin's anger flared. "How dare you bring up Dad? It's because of you that Clarissa became a murderer three years ago!" My heart broke as I watched. Did Calvin even have a shred of humanity left?

“Goodness, that poor lady! She didn’t deserve to meet an asshole husband and bitchy homewrecker like that.” “What a joke! I knew that Jonas was a chauvinist pig. Does he think he’s a king? Ordering his manager to torture his wife like that!” “Isn’t that domestic abuse? We should put both of them behind bars!” “People like them don’t deserve to appear in the public eye.” … Now it was their turn to withstand the rain of insults. At the same time, an unknown number blew up my phone. I eventually answered. “Did you do this, Jeanine?”

’ but the questions just rolled off my tongue. “Ophelia, there is a better explanation for that” “Okay? You brought her in yesterday, and the only way to identify her to you was your wife,” I explained for him, throwing my hands up. “There was nothing I could do about it. Olivia already had my name filled out as her husband in her previous visit,” he explained. “Previous visit?” I asked, my voice toning down a little. “She has been battling with depression. She always came to the hospital for her sessions, but she stopped after some days, which led to her situation now.”