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I said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.” … My husband, the award-winning actor Jonas Yves, held a grand confession ceremony for another woman. He publicly declared their relationship on the Internet, making headlines and moving hearts. As for me, his wife of eight years, I could only watch the raucous interview from the side like an outsider. The journalists on the scene were in an uproar. The fans in the front row were celebrating. The next second, Jonas put a matching ring on her finger. Under the spotlight, they looked like a perfect couple.

I keep looking at the muscular dude, counting his abs with two hands, and roll my eyes when a sweet brunette grabs his arm. Of course, he is dating another beautiful. That doesn't stop me from looking, though, and I repeatedly blink when a second beautiful girl walks up to the guy and squeezes his biceps. Ah. I see how it is... A womanizer. My stomach churns. Ripped-player-pants isn't a serial killer then, but players might be worse. I would know since my ex-husband was one. He cheated on me, and this young guy might belong in the same category as my ex-husband: obnoxious, charming, arrogant, and too hot and dumb to resist the women that swarm him.

"Don't make yourself a fool, Dianna! Don't you notice anything strange? I mean, we're women, Dianna. You're the one who told me that in the past few weeks Lucas has been cold towards you." "What if—" I cut her off, I don't want to think that my husband is having an affair. I try to put it out of my mind, because as a wife I have a responsibility to understand him. Although its been weeks since he turned to be so distant with me. I am aware about what kind of work he has. He's the CEO of an influential company, so it makes sense for him to be in charge of the many works and projects. His work is important enough. I can't imagine a woman being involved with him.

“Try anything with her and I’ll personally inform your wife of your extracurricular activities.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re so boring. Speaking of my wife, I better go back in before she comes looking for me.” My eyes widened. His wife was in the hotel with him and he wanted to cheat on her. Were all men cheats? How hard was it to keep it in their pants? Was sex that amazing? I opened my mouth to say something but Saint shot me a dark look, telling me to keep my mouth shut. Huffing, I crossed my arms against my chest and the man’s eyes dropped to my breasts. I’d forgotten how much attention they brought to me.

My Husband Cheated, So I Married His Billionaire Rival For seven years, Celeste Morgan sacrificed everything to help her husband build his empire—even selling her late mother's jewelry to save his failing company. She thought she was building a future with the man she loved. Instead, on their seventh wedding anniversary, she discovers he's been sleeping with her best friend, Isabella, who is now pregnant with his child. As if betrayal isn't enough, Julian demands a divorce and vows to leave Celeste with nothing. But he makes one fatal mistake: he underestimates the woman who helped build his fortune. When Damian Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire and Julian's most dangerous rival, offers

"You left this in his car on purpose, didn't you?" Isla glanced down, a smug smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, so you found it. That's not on me, sweetheart. That's on Stefano. He says he needs my scent to get hard. Guess you don't do it for him anymore." Her words hit like a bullet and shattered my heart, but I didn't even flinch. "No matter what you've done behind my back, I'll always be his wife. And you'll always be the other woman he has to hide," I said calmly.

he adds, and I deduce that my wife is still a virgin, or at least that is what he thinks. “I plan to do with my husband much more that I can do with a lying, cheating, manipulative bastard. I hear your girl got impregnated by your bestie. I would not be calling anyone impotent if I were you,” Amari hits back with a voice so calm, I can’t help but chuckle. That is going to hurt some egocentric maniac. My wife has a very interesting personality. I see his jaw clench before he storms away. Amari lets out a sigh and pushes me into the elevator. We get out on the first floor, where she unlocks the third door from the elevators.

he asks, acting offended. I drop my head to hide my smile. Oh, this guy is something else. “Your kids are bastards. One of your other wives can bring them up. I’ve had enough. I’m going back to prostitution.” “Just don’t give anyone anal. You know that asshole is mine.” He scowls, acting serious. I widen my eyes at him. He did not just say that out loud. “Oh my God,” the lady behind us whispers. “Shh,” her husband hisses.

My husband is not, as I've believed for the past two years, a corporate consultant who travels frequently for boring meetings in boring cities. My husband is a killer. I should be terrified. I should be calling the police, packing a bag, running as far and as fast as I can from the man I've been sleeping next to every night without knowing what he really is. But I'm not terrified. I'm not running. I'm aroused.

I chuckled coldly and replied, "Even if I have lost my mind, I was driven to it by you two adulterers. Anna, are you so eager to have me thrown out because you're feeling guilty?" Hearing this, she just stared at me for a long moment before suddenly letting out a light laugh. Then, she took the microphone from the emcee and spoke loudly to the audience below the stage. "I'm sorry, everyone, this is my husband. He has developed a severe case of delusional disorder due to the thesis plagiarism incident. Mr. Tanner is aware of his condition, which is why he was suspended and sent home to rest." Mr. Tanner immediately chimed in, "That's right. I've seen Mr. Huffman's medical records. It's clear