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They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

It was a feeling she couldn't explain, a feeling that whispered something was coming, something that would test their marriage in ways neither of them could imagine. She didn't know that somewhere else in New York, a woman named Sophia Reed was about to step into their lives. She didn't know that once Sophia did, her world, the one she had built with her own hands, her own heart, and her own sacrifices, would never be whole again.

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

Both men laughed, and Chris said, “I was telling you my story, so fucking keep quiet and let me finish the story of me and my evil wife.” “Evil wife?” They were both laughing and remarked in unison, “Primadonna and evil, they actually match.” They burst out into fits of laughter. “I married her after three months of fucking; as I said, it must have been the pussy. Guess what? She told me she was pregnant, and I decided to introduce her to my family. Only to find out that she was my brother’s woman. I thought she was all that, but she fucked my useless brother.”

She volunteered as a guidance counselor in the Westbridge academy after leaving her coperate job at Unity Banks. Their marriage looked ideal from the outside. In private, it was a source of deep, aching frustration for Tamara. Her tyrant husband Richard, was nothing more than a 5-inch cockie man…….and a two mins man in bed. Sex with Richard, has always been a toture to Tamara…..she married him as a virgin, and had Always felt a void in her whenever he sexed her. Once during an annual women enlightment, held by Joyce Major…..Tamara learnt about the afterglow of orgasms in a woman's life…and she ernestly longed for it….but unfortunately her cockie couldn't fulfill her wishes.

Ariana I was still looking at him eagerly. Waiting for him to share his story with me. I’ve never been one to pry on people’s lives but for some unknown reason, I really wanted to know about this. “So…” he began. “I met my wife in a meeting. It was just an attraction at first but I didn't approach her.” “We kept bumping into each other at random places and it was really weird because we were worlds apart. We decided it was fate doing its thing so we concluded to be just friends.”

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.