If She’s Your Wife, Then Who Am I?
No matter how hard I pinched my thighs with my nails, I couldn’t stop myself from trembling or feeling cold.
His close buddy, Finn Holloway, couldn’t bear it and softly said, "Lynn, maybe… you should head back for now. When Xander comes to his senses, he’ll definitely explain everything."
Explain?
I looked at him, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t want to cry, especially not in front of the other woman. It was just too humiliating, but I couldn’t control myself.
Half an hour ago, Xander was still the perfect husband in my eyes—obsessively in love with me, his wife—and was my pride and joy to brag about wherever I went. Throughout thirteen years of love, we never fought once, all thanks
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