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When? It turned out that the person who got the pizza was my husband. “Hey love.” He hugged me and we kissed. “What’s going on Pharrell? Is there a celebration that I forgot about?” I tried to remember but my head was blank. I know for sure today is not our marriage anniversary so what is really going on? “Well, why don’t you make a guess?” “You know I suck at guessing.” “Then what about a bribe?” He asked and I won’t lie, I love how sweet he was to me. I know each time,Pharrell is really happy, I get so much love from him but on rare occasions.

As my phone vibrated with the secret files that I had requested from Jeff I couldn’t help but smile. But each file brought back memories of anguish and pain, my husband had always been in love with her . Even On our last wedding anniversary that he pretended not to attend he was with her in a private yacht while I waited for him to return. I had been a fool but not anymore. Looking back at the files I couldn’t help but smile. Tomorrow was the grand party of our company and I was going to make the grandest welcome or the look on their faces when I realised this scandal.

Chapter 1 CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days of trying to be the perfect wife, and this was my reward divorce papers on our anniversary. I stared at Stefan's perfect signature on the last page, the ink still fresh. He must have signed them this morning, probably right after I'd left that stupid handmade card on his desk. The one I'd spent hours making, like a fool who still believed in fairy tales. The anniversary card I made for my husband Stefan still sat on the kitchen counter, untouched. Three years of marriage summed up in a handmade gesture he couldn't even bother to open. I'd spent hours on it last night, writing words I thought mattered.

Hearing Aaron's words, Ada Wood turned her face to other places, and did not dare to see Yvette Hill. There is no such thing as adultery between her and him. "No, it's not like that, Aaron. I really just want to come here in advance to help you celebrate your birthday. There are only two of us. I made this cake by myself. If I had known that Ada was in your private villa, I would not have come." Yvette Hill stares at Aaron's hands on Ada Wood's waist. Her black eyes are full of sadness and she gives them a bitter smile. "Don't cry in front of me. If you can't stand it, you can go to Hunter’s home and cancel the marriage."

•• Victoria’s POV ••• Packing House On our second wedding anniversary, I received a gift from my mate— a sex tape of him and his lover. He had her pinned against his office’s cherrywood desk, slamming into her from behind. Every moan, every thrust, every whisper coiled around my throat like a vine, choking me. I pressed a hand over my mouth, disbelief flooding me. Tears carved down my cheeks like knives.

And beside the wine was a small, unwrapped gift with a card that read "To my loving husband, happy anniversary" I felt a wave of realization wash over me. I had forgotten our wedding anniversary. I had been so caught up in my own thoughts and worries that I had completely forgotten the most important day of Bridgette's life. I felt a pang of guilt and regret. Even though I didn't love Bridgette, even though she was a spoiled brat and a dangerous woman, she was still my wife. And I had hurt her, deeply. I stood there, staring at the cake and the gift, feeling like the worst husband in the world. I knew that I had to make it up to her, somehow. But how?

Yes, it was either that he had been possessed or that this was a simple prank. My husband was the best thing that had happened to me. Although our relationship started off as a contractual one, we quickly fell in love with each other. Our love blossomed daily, and I couldn't help but thank the moon goddess for blessing me with such a man who loved and cherished me. Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought that the husband who hated to see me in pain would one day be the reason behind my deepest scar. It was our third anniversary that day and after returning from the town's market with our cake, I came to call him. Imagine my horror when I saw him in an intimate position with my c

My husband was dressing his late brother's wife and this realization almost made me want to vomit. I stood outside his Private Sanctum, my trembling palms damp from sweat as I held the little gift box in my hands. I'd made the shirt myself, stitching every thread with shaking fingers with sleepless nights, just like last year... dark grey, his favorite color. I even wrapped it in silk and tied a pink ribbon around it, because I stupidly still believed that maybe he'd smile. That today, he would remember we once loved each other after he claimed me. It was our wedding anniversary. One good year since he held me in front of the pack, called me his mate and kissed me like I was the only thing k

he said and wrote down the prescription that he handed out to me. “Thank you so much for your help,” I said and left his office. On my way home, I stop by a gift shop and buy a small box to package the test results. This will be my anniversary gift for my husband. Yes. Tonight is the anniversary of the third year of our marriage. Aiden and I met when I was working as a waitress in a bar lounge. I had accidentally spilled some drinks on him and was on the verge of being fired but he intervened and saved me. We exchanged numbers and inexplicable romance kicked off.

"Rain baby! It's so... rare to see you without your better half these days." Rain rolled his eyes at his mother. Trisha grinned at him as she pulled him into a hug before letting him into her apartment. Trisha loved Jonathan and she had been trying to figure the perfect anniversary gift out for her husband. The problem with having a filthy for a husband? He basically already owned everything he wanted. And even though Jonathan cherished every silly thing he got from Trisha like it was the biggest treasure Jonatan could imagine (which was so utterly embarrassing and endearing at the same time), Trisha still wanted to get Jonathan something special for their first wedding anniversary. For that