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No entering his office, no bringing in guests, and no access to the east wing. Rule #7 stood out in bold: Do not enter the locked room at the end of the hall. And Rule #8: If you do, you will not like what you find. "I didn’t fall in love with my husband. I fell into his trap... at first."– Married to My Stalker

In my third year of being a stay-at-home dad, I come across a post online. "I want to divorce my husband, who stays home and takes care of our child full-time. I want custody, but our kid is completely attached to him. What should I do?" One commenter gives advice. "If your husband has been the primary caregiver the whole time, the court will probably award him custody to keep the child's living situation stable. "But since he's a stay-at-home parent, cut off his allowance and put pressure on him. If he won't compromise, take an overseas assignment for a couple of years. Don't contact him. Don't send him money. "Those early childhood caretaking years are the hardest anyway. You'll be av

I could not believe that Snow had jumped to such a conclusion from just one look. Before I could say anything, Yvonne stepped in front of me. “Ms. Judson, if you spread lies like that, I could sue you for defamation.” Snow snorted in disdain. “Sue me for defamation? Do you even know that Jared and I are still married? This is an illicit affair! You’re the ‘other’ woman!” “Snow, shut up!” I said sharply.

He pulled me back roughly, and I landed back down on him with a yelp. “You're shredding whatever is left of my dignity. I don't want to be known as the weird couple.” I answered him briefly ducking my head and whispering. “Look around.” He ordered and I obeyed instantly, noticing that the entire lounge area was empty. It was just me and him remaining. “Did you clear the area?” “Yes.” He answered. “God forbid everybody finds out your wife had a psychotic breakdown. Wife of Shipping and Tech Magnate Nikolas Stavros’s wife regrets her decision one night into their wedding.” I gesticulated in the air in grand style and chuckled sadly but he didn't find it funny.

I cleared my throat to grab their attention, but it was useless. "You better stay away from her, or I will castrate you, honey, and I'm not joking, trust me," she winked at him while he looked at her horrified. I wiped my tears because of laughing. Kayla is something else; she just won't stop cracking jokes. My phone vibrated; I punched in my password; my smile immediately vanished upon seeing the photo. It was a picture of Alexander. He looked happy, but why would Stacy send me a picture of Alexander? Oh, I forgot to tell her that I'm married to him. Or I was married to him. I don't know.

I took a deep breath, then leaned my back against the wall, waiting for them to speak. "Yeah, it's his first time coming here." That must be the voice of Mas Guntur's friend. "Wis is crazy, she must be really pretty, rich. Oh, she's not like my wife, she's dirty, she's dull, she never gets groomed, she always sleeps, she doesn't want to clean the house, she doesn't even cook. Taking care of shopping money isn't good. " Wow. I smiled faintly, you see what I will do later, Mas!

Meanwhile, the two women were his wife and mistress respectively. “I can’t believe they’re really his wife and mistress. Didn’t you guys say they seemed really close to each other? Mistresses and wives getting along with each other is a rare sight to see. Most importantly, why would they put on that act in the restaurant if they’re so close to each other?” Zachary voiced out his doubts.

When the rag was pulled from Vivian's mouth, she dry-heaved for a long time before managing to rasp: "Dominic, I'm still legally your wife! This is against the law!" Dominic flung the marriage certificate in her face and let out a derisive laugh. "You really think I'm as stupid as you? My legal wife has only ever been Claire Ashford. What makes you think a few good days entitled you to act like you belonged here?" "What..." Vivian's eyes went wide. With her hands bound, she dropped to her knees and caught the edge of the certificate with her teeth, not caring that her legs were being scraped raw and bloody against the floor.

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”