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Based on his observation, the woman is controlling the mutants. All his blood came to life, and his eyes widened when he realized who it was. He couldn't be wrong. That was his wife. "Mari!"

The forty-eight year old business tycoon, and flashed her signature red-lipped smile. An overnight viral sensation and now one of the most influential women in the world at just twenty-five, was on the grand marble steps of the Fontaine Estate, in a designer gown worth more than her childhood home. “Mr. Fontaine, how does it feel to marry someone almost less than half your age?” “Marilyn, are you planning to join The Real Housewives of Manhattan?” “How does it feel to go from waitress to wife?” Marilyn knew better than anyone how much the press loved a scandal, and she gave them one wrapped in red lipstick and a strapless Vera Wang.

Then I started typing. I continued from my previous work writing about that woman on her honeymoon. I wrote about the villa on a remote island with white curtains and a private beach and a guest cottage tucked behind a curtain of palm trees. I wrote about a husband who was kind and decent and completely unaware that his wife was slipping out of their bed every night to meet another man. I wrote about the other man, older and darker and utterly irresistible, the kind of man who drugged his own son to get what he wanted. I wrote about the blindfold and the silk cords and the way he made her beg. I wrote about the sound of the husband sleepwalking through the villa while his wife lay tangled wi

“He’s only five! Doesn’t he have the right to grow up healthy? “Who gave you the authority to decide for him? To donate his organ? Serena, you are his mother—you should protect him!” “I am protecting him!” She shouted, her face twisting almost grotesquely. “One kidney won’t affect him, but Noah will die without it! How can you be so selfish? What is a human life to you?” Selfish? The word struck me like a poisoned blade. I looked at the woman before me—the woman I had once believed I would spend my life with—and suddenly she felt utterly alien. Ten years of love, seven years of marriage, countless nights of support and companionship… and in her heart, it counted for nothing compared to a chi

“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?” “Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.” Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me. “It’s only right to chill him out a bit.” Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

Not because she was searching for another beginning but because she had finally found herself. The wife he replaced was never truly replaced… She had simply become the woman he was never worthy of losing. **THE END** Thanks for reading. Leave a comment.

he opened his eyes this time. I should feel intimidated by his stares but I'm not. Instead I move forward closing the distance between us but we're still not touching in this new position. I pushed my chest out a little as I dared him. I am aware of how the top of my cleavage is revealing, showing a large quantity of my breast. I bring up my hand and place it on either side of his collar, dragging it down and tiptoeing until we're the same height. "To support you just like you wanted Sean. I'm here for you, I'll show everyone out there how much of a good wife I can be. I will show them we're perfect together and what made you come back to me" I leaned closer and whispered in his ears.

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” “I know exactly what I’m saying.” He reached for me, his hand closing around my wrist. “Come here.” I tried to pull away. His grip tightened. “Jason, let go.” “Why?” He pulled me closer. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, thick and sour. “Why won’t you let me touch you? You’re my wife.” “You don’t want to touch me. Go and touch her instead." His eyes narrowed. “Her?” “Your freaking mistress.Get out of my room.”

Their last talk was a week ago, just about work stuff that he ended quickly. When did he stop seeing her as a woman and start seeing her as just another worker? The answer came: he never really saw her as a woman. Even that night five years ago—the night she planned, the night that ended his marriage—he was drunk, sad, and didn't even know what was happening. She took advantage of him when he was down, and instead of winning his heart, she became a reminder of the worst night of his life. Her phone rang, making her jump. For a second, she hoped it was Mikel, but it was her best friend Marina.

her frown deepened “It’s just a little discipline a husband gives to his wife” Nuella wanted to ask if it was how he disciplined her grandmother but she refrained from saying such since that would only make him remember her and feel sad. “Really?” “Yes” Oliver answered as he came down the stairs Nuella turned towards him and frowned at him “Is that what the scriptures told husbands?” Nuella widened her eyes at her own statement. Oliver and her grandfather gave her a shocked look. “Says the wife that doesn’t have a single Bible”