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"The first clause doesn't happen, so the second one doesn't need me to answer anymore." Megan dejectedly flicked my forehead. “You're such a blessed person that you don't know how to enjoy it. Your husband is both handsome and has a better figure than a male model. Furthermore, he is also the youngest billionaire in our nation. Men like him are not inferior to anyone, yet you keep your cold attitude like this! In the future, maybe you will lose him. Till that day, don't cry with me." I gently stirred the coffee, "That day will never happen."

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

My husband showed me to a seat and made sure I was comfortably seated before he sat beside me, very close to me. For the first time, I was going to be close to this man. I had to because many eyes were watching, and I was virtually breathing with my mouth alone. "I want you to undergo a spa treatment." He said turning to me. "Okay," I muttered rolling my eyes left and then to the right, people's eyes, fuck! They were like fireballs. Was Jason looking like someone else's husband? Or were they surprised that a billionaire could choose a commoner? Oh God!

I could barely see their eyes through the shades, but their postures made it clear—they meant business. “Is this... normal?” I whispered to Stephanie when she came close enough to hug me. The entire scene felt surreal, something straight out of a movie. She chuckled softly, glancing over at the group. “Yes, girl. Your husband’s a billionaire,” she said with a wink, though I couldn’t shake my unease.

“So let me get this straight. Your ridiculously hot billionaire husband cooks?” “Yes.” “And you didn’t think to lead with that?” I burst out laughing, tugging her toward the next room. The home theater made her squeal. “You have a popcorn machine? Are you kidding me?” When we finally reached the indoor pool, she just stood there, staring. The glass walls overlooked the garden, the water sparkling in the afternoon sun. “You married a billionaire,” she whispered like it was the first time it had really hit her. “A billionaire with a spa.”

I turned to the man's voice who is already inside my unit and frowned when I recognize who that man is. "What are you doing here again? Don't you have other things to do but pester me?!" I hissed. "Where did you go? Did you drink again or something?" He asked ignoring my outburst. I rolled my eyes. "What right do you have to ask me that question? Are you my parent?!" He smirked but still looks annoyed. "I'm your husband." I glared at him. "Will you stop saying that?! You are not my husband and you will never be! If ever your mayor friend really did file our marriage, then I will annul you to finally be free from that freaking marriage! So fuck off!" I said angrily.

He boasted and I stared at him for a minute before laughing softly. The smug smile on his face vanished as I laughed, like he had just said something very funny. “Oh, Nathan. You're funny. And guess what, you're right. My husband is such a loving and doting man, he loves spending his money on me. I mean, he's a billionaire after all.” I said softly and he stiffened for a moment, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Your husband?” “I'm married, Mr Nathan. Is the diamond ring too unnoticeable?” I mumbled softly and took out my phone, clicking on a contact.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

Her usual arrogance faded, and for the first time, she felt the true danger of the situation. “I was the one who filmed it,” Alden said slowly, but his words were as sharp as a knife, freezing Emma in place. Her eyes widened, and her lips trembled, unable to speak. “Do you know, the day I had the accident, I forgot my briefcase? I called my beautiful, beloved wife, but she wouldn’t answer. When I got home, I heard moaning and pleading. For a moment, I thought I had just witnessed one of the worst crimes against my poor wife. But no… you were enjoying it. You even begged for more.”

He was the one who talked me into being there and told me that it would be a nice way to spend our weekend, and this was what I got at the end of the day. He didn't even run after me. It tore me to pieces. I didn't think this was how things were going to end. One of the reasons I made sure to establish myself with the amount of reputation and wealth I had was because no man would have the audacity to look down on me. My husband was equally successful, we were a famous couple that the entire world knew, loved, and talked about. That kind of celebrity couple that everyone loved and admired, having that the both of them, man and woman, were an icon of status and wealth, on their own.