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He hadn't touched her in a month. Every time he came home, wanting to make love to her, she would hide, or find excuses to elude. She always wouldn't let him get close to half a step. At first, he thought it was because she was shy, after all, she was still very young, so he did not force her, just tried to find ways for her to get used to him. However, he used any method to no avail, she always refused to let him touch her. Only when he ran out of patience and coldly reminded her that she was his wife, that he was her legal husband, then she reluctantly stopped protesting but also refused to cooperate with him. So, even if they made love, he wouldn't feel comfortable.

'We both are each other's most beloved person. The couple definitely felt each other's love. Their actions and gentleness were only for each other. However, they rarely vocalize their feelings for each other. Javier stared at her. His eyes and heart were both hot. He clenched his fist. He really wanted to push down his wife and kissed her passionately. It seemed that all his meditation in the past days was futile. He has a beautiful, sweet, desirable wife- who could resist his wife's charm? Suzie was patiently waiting for Javier's reaction.

Whatever could work on him. As soon as her hand was about to touch his, he shoved her away rather brusquely. “I said— don't you dare fucking touch me!” His eyes were burning fire in her direction. She shrank away. “Just because I did it first, you abhor me now! What about the other times?! Were you not willing?” “What other times do you speak of? It was only you who wanted a physical relationship on your own violations. Am I wrong?” “Fuck! Are you kidding me? I did it because I..” It was mentally challenging to talk some sense into him regarding her love. Why was he so hard to manipulate for fuck's sake? Can't he just accept it and let her be his wife?

He fucked me… He brought me to his house and fucked me – he did not show any affection , he just did what he wanted. That is the only type of attention I get from him. He touches me , holds me , kisses me – he makes me feel so wanted when we in the bedroom but then totally disregards me when we walk out of it. After fucking , he gets dressed and lets me lay in bed – he does not even bother to close the door behind him , he makes his family watch how disgraceful I am.

She immediately regained her senses and released her breath, as she jolted free from his tight grip and huffed in disgust at what he was doing. "What a contemptible asshole you are, Dalton. I wonder how you have not crumpled to a faint, considering the fact that you have just touched someone you loathe very closely and inappropriately too. Or is this your new way of practicing 'Keep your enemy closer'?" Aria yelled irritably at him and turned away instantly with a hiss, "And I also think that your sweetheart would be so sad to see you sway," she added. "Why would it be inappropriate for a husband to touch his wife?" His deep voice taunted.

She had told her briefly the other day but the fact that he doesn't talk to her nor take her out. No romantic moments together again. He hasn't made love to her for two weeks now. He would always sleep with his back to her. Isn't she his wife?. And if she dares to touch him, he would throw her hand off as if trying to pluck it out of her shoulders. She's never heard of a man running away from sex except Jingli. He is trying to deny that he hasn't been sleeping with Theresa. How can he explain why he doesn't touch her anymore? He was definitely lying. She would deal with Theresa Mo.

~Candy~ My husband has not touched me in six months. No, scratch that, the sadistic bastard loves smacking me around and pounding my head into walls. But he has not fucked me in such a long time. No kisses, ass gropes in the kitchen, and not even the trip to his infamous torture room for a night spent in forced bondage where he’d make me endure his sadistic sexual preferences. This can only mean one thing: he has found a mistress or at the very least, someone else occupies his attention.

"Sister, have you seen my brother-in-law recently?" "How can I see him when you have worked with him and haven't seen him?" Britany Santos replied. "No, isn't he your husband? You two haven't met each other during this time? " "We can meet two or three times a week, but there is very little in-depth communication. During this time, my case is also busy. He also helped a lot, and it seems that he can't spare much more than me. Why do you suddenly ask this?" "Nothing, just ask you ." Bright Santos paused for a moment and said, "Sister, Are you too trusting and relieved in the way you treat your husband? Do you have nothing to do or check your post?"

The words slipped out sharper than I intended, but I was done going soft on my husband. "If you think I didn't notice, or I didn't crave to be touched, then you must be joking." I spun on my heel and stormed into the bedroom. Ethan followed. It had been eight long months since Ethan last touched me, and yet he acted as if it wasn’t a big deal. As if our marriage could survive without intimacy. As if I should be okay with it. I walked to the vanity table, my fingers moving quickly as I removed my jewelry, earrings, necklace, rings, and dropped them onto the glass surface with soft clinks, not bothering to replace them into the jewelry chest.

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself.