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They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

After playing at Lake Asborn, we went to a café not far from there, enjoying warm food and drinks. “Sir Monclaire, I didn’t expect you to live next door to Sandra.” The short-haired woman, I knew she was Cillian’s cousin. I responded coldly, giving a brief nod. “Our neighborhood really is very comfortable. That’s why I recommended Cillian live in this area,” she said casually, sipping her coffee. Her words were nothing more than a provocation aimed at me. I caught that sly little smile earlier, and after that, I looked at Cillian. He moved quickly, like a snake.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

The headline beneath it read: WHO IS THE WOMAN MICHAEL CARTER IS HIDING? Her name wasn't printed. But her face was. And the ring on her finger was visible if you looked closely enough. The nurse holding the phone looked up. Then her eyes went wide. "Oh — Jessica, I didn't —" "It's fine." Her voice came out steady. She didn't know how. She handed the phone back and kept walking. THE BATHROOM Three minutes. She gave herself three minutes inside the locked stall.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

I shouted. “Its Jana!” My eyes widen when I saw my wife at the door. "Wife!" "Hi there husband." She said then smirked

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

When I arrived at the airport, she was supposed to pick me up,” Mr Ethel inquired. "I believe she's with the other neighbour," says the narrator. I saw her the day before yesterday. They were with the boss, and she did not return to the house afterward. “Perhaps you could check with them,” suggested the neighbour. Mr Ethel expressed his gratitude by saying, "Thank you." As he stepped down the stairs and onto the road in front of this house, he rubbed the pain in his shoulder away. He knew who his next-door neighbour was talking about. Hawaii and her next-door neighbour were close friends, and she spent her leisure time with her. He crossed the road and arrived at the house, where he began kn

“Keep your eyes on my wife, and be alert. Someone is stalking her.” “Got it, sir.” “Where is she?” “Doing her job. She’ll be out soon.” A few minutes later, I received a text from her. She was meeting a friend but did not mention a name. I called Homer again. “Whose my wife is meeting with, Homer?” “A man named Terzo, boss.” What the fuck was he doing with her? “They will going to have dinner at Jay Den.” “Don’t leave her alone. Stay close to her.”