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As they turned off the lights and climbed into bed, there were no dramatic declarations. No grand gestures. Just two people who had chosen—again and again—to grow instead of retreat. To build instead of avoid. To love not because it was easy. But because it was worth it. And in that quiet understanding, the title that once defined her no longer held power. She was never his unwanted wife. She was his chosen one. And he was hers.

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

My cheeks had turned red and I wished I had just kept quiet. “Seduce you? Oh my fucking goodness, do you even know what the word wife means to me? It means someone more like a prison manager, a great burden that brings nothing but anger, sadness, and trouble, someone so unimportant and dumb. And yes, don't get any wrong ideas wifey, the only reason I'm talking to you is because I want you to get the fuck out of that bed now.” His eyes were dark, it was as if he was possessed. My eyes kept following his movements around the room till he left again.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I’m sorry for breaking the union you chose for me. But he never loved me. He never protected me the way you promised he would. The man you called my husband became my monster. He became my living nightmare.” The words Rach had spat at her echoed in the silence of the yard, fueling her resolve: The Unwanted Wife. The Unloved Wife. The Forgotten Wife. The next morning, the sun rose on a different Selin. She was in the kitchen, mechanically preparing breakfast for her husband and his mistress, when a knock sounded at the door. “Are you Mrs. Selin Miller?” the courier asked, holding a professional-grade envelope.

Without giving her the time to react, I grabbed her delicate cheeks fiercely, not minding that they could get bruised under the force of my hold. “Listen to me, and listen well… Ugly Preggy! You are not my wife and will never be!” I say, staring deep into her now watery eyes. Her tears made my heart tighten, further infuriating me. How dare she think she could use her vulnerability against me? That’s definitely not happening! “You are here just to give birth to the thing in your womb, and once that’s done… you get lost.” When I heard no response from her, I grabbed her tightly… feeling my nails slowly digging into her skin. “Do you get it?”

“You can say and do whatever you want, Fiona, but HERE you are like a stupid bitch running after a guy who doesn’t even want you. Did he call you here? You came because you thought he needed you, oh, what a shame. Meanwhile he’s in there eating the only woman he really wants to eat, because he loves her.” “The only woman he wants to eat?” Fiona laughed sarcastically, unfortunately letting Helen get inside her head. “Then what do I do when he keeps calling me looking for comfort? What? You didn’t know your friend’s perfect boyfriend still comes looking for me, desperate to lose himself in my body?” But Helen just looked at her with disgust. “Look at the low, dirty level you’re willing to sink

However, that might be a fucking lie, because I’ve been losing grasp of the word concentration since I made this chaotic girl my wife. She never misses a chance to barge into my thoughts uninvited. Whenever I’m working, in a meeting, or even in court, I think about her on my desk with her legs wide apart as she moans my name and tells me she’s been a naughty girl and wants me to teach her how she can be a good girl. Though she doesn’t genuinely mean that, considering she’s constantly being naughty in one way or another. And I can’t stop thinking about that, about her hidden tendencies and sweet taste. I haven’t been able to stop since the first time.

She said proudly. "But I want to call him my husband because I love him! I want to call him my husband because he loves me! I want to be married to him, because what we have is real, not because I want to hold on to a title... He told me to leave! He kicked me out of my house, our house, a place we were supposed to have our family. Now he has in there another woman. He is going to raise his family with her!" I said shaking my head because what she said just didn't make sense to me right now.

Before Elena could speak, Adrian’s phone lit up on the seat between them. A message flashed across the screen. **Ask your new wife if she can swim. Clara couldn’t.** Elena read it. So did Adrian. And this time, the controlled, untouchable Adrian Blackwood looked afraid.

She looks in his way and cleans her eyes and the words crop out of her mind asif she has rehearsed them several times, Lets get divorced officially,I am tired of all this.Sarah arrives in their midst again and she walks up to him and hands him the sheet and says to him,I have already signed it,sign your own part .He was so shocked knowing that i was pregnant ,but how do i end up with someone in another affairs with a strange woman.It is quite strange and sad. When my friend passed, I found myself thinking more about my own suicidal thoughts. The idea that everyone would move on without much disturbance was unsettling. The train would still move, market women would continue selling their wa