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“This, my son, is all women are good for, spreading their legs and following orders. You should remember that. Change your mistresses often, don’t get attached, and when it’s time to get married, pick someone easy to control. Someone who won’t ask for too much.” Father practiced what he preached. Julia King was quiet, shy, and had no real strength. That didn’t stop her from cheating on her husband. Both my parents were unfaithful and often cheated on each other. I grew up watching the worst kind of marriage, took notes, and was expected to do the same. My little brother must have missed the Women Are Trouble lesson. Henry married for love. Not just that, he chose the most stubborn woman he h

Her eyes looked battered, like roses after a storm—still beautiful, but drenched in pain. The woman flinched. Pain flickered in her blue eyes, as though Lois’ question had reopened an old wound. Lois’ heart squeezed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” The woman shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. “He is my husband. My arranged husband.” Her voice cracked. “I never wanted this. But I was forced into it.” She sniffled, recalling her own torment. “I’ve endured insult after insult for not giving him an heir. But I’m not the problem—he is. Beta Barbara is infertile. I’m the eighteenth wife he’s taken. All the others were sent away, disgraced.”

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

He hugged me more tightly and said gently, "You can trust me, Natalie. Tell me whatever's frustrating you." I sighed heavily and said, "It's about one of my friends." He picked me up and cradled me against his chest, then sat on the bed and placed me in his lap, saying, "Go on, I'm here to listen." I avoided his curious gaze and mumbled, "She got pregnant by accident, and her husband is forcing her to have an abortion.” I lifted my gaze at him to read his expression. He asked nonchalantly, "Why doesn't he want his WIFE to get pregnant?" Focusing on the word "wife.”

Husband comes home to a hot little wife. Enjoy.. ***** Although I take a little license with my stories, they are all based on my true wife. She has slowly become a little promiscuous over time. It of course began with a fantasy that we shared during our own sex and developed from there. At first she was afraid to do anything outside of our marriage for real and planned to keep it a fantasy. With the ideas built up in her head, she eventually felt like she had permission to try it. Her first several times were more like cheating than anything else. With me out of town and her exceptionally horny she eventually gave in to someone she knew. Afterwards she wasn't comfortable with the reality, s

she asked as she turned her head to face her husband. “Many, many things. From the most embarrassing to the proudest moments she has with you.” Mr. Aiden said with a smile. He can see in his peripheral vision of how his wife’s face paled when he told her that the most embarrassing times of her life— that she no longer remembers— was told to her husband by her mother. And he also saw how her lips turned into a smile when he mentioned the proud moments that she barely remembers now. “She really likes telling you stories about me, huh?” Mrs. Zephnir said to her husband and as an affectionate notion, she took a hand of her husband and held it tightly and then gave it a kiss.

At least she was faithful to her husband for a few years but this bitch started whoring after one week of her marriage. "We are good granny. We will come back tomorrow morning" I said to her faking a smile. "I know my boy. I want to see you both. Now on the video camera" Grandmother said to me. I smiled and put the call on the table and on the video camera. "Elena how are you dear?" Grandmother asked her so-called innocent Elena. "I am okay grandmother. How are you? Did you take your medicine grandmother?" Elena asked her. I rolled off his eyes hearing this.

I’ve been faithful, sacrificed everything, and now… he brings her here, in my home, and asks for a divorce? A shiver ran through her, but she forced herself to straighten her shoulders. No, she said. She wiped away the tears furiously, mad at herself for being weak. I can't give in to weakness now, because if I do, I'll lose what I hold dear to my heart. I can't give in to what that bitch wants. A small, tentative voice broke her thoughts. “Aunty…” Venus froze, her heart lurching. She turned, and there he was Alexander, hands reaching out, eyes wide and innocent.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River