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She teased and they groaned. “C'mon, just tell us.” Kelsey bit the insides of her cheeks. “Perfect.” She whispered. “What?” they yelled and brought their ears closer to her mouth. “I said Perfect.” She repeated and they let out a squeal. “I’m so jealous, my husband doesn’t even last more than three minutes on top of me.” “My husband won’t even touch me!” “Mine only likes to do it when he’s drunk.” “Mine just lays down and let’s me do all the work like I’m some kind of whore.” Kelsey watched as they spill their secrets mindlessly not caring about who's listening and who’s not.

My name is Happiness, and this is my story of how I saved my husband, home, and marriage with sex. You were expecting to see "The End," at this point, isn't it? Oh! The story had just begun. Stay tuned and enjoy the rest of the story. While Mrs. Happiness and her husband were still sitting in their sitting room, watching programs on television, there came this program that Pastor Solomon loved so much. "Hello, viewers, we have come again with this wonderful, thrilling, and captivating program, Tale of the Moon Light," the program presenter said, and Pastor Solomon said, "Yes, my dear, I love this program so much. It makes me remember back in the days when my mother did tell us all sorts of f

James raised a brow. “Of course I’m not disappointed,” she rushed on, the words tumbling out faster and faster. “What’s there not to like anyway? I mean—my husband is rich and handsome and kind, and I’m pretty sure his heart is made of solid gold. Any woman would be lucky—no, fortunate—to stand by your side. And so what if we can’t have a child? That’s not even a big deal. There are so many couples in the world who live perfectly full lives without one. Entire lifetimes. Happy ones.” She barely paused to breathe.

Brian paused for a moment before continuing, "You need to take care of yourself too. It's just one man. There are plenty more out there. You can always replace him if things don't work out." I was a bit surprised by his words, but he did make a good point. Over the past few years of our marriage, I had devoted myself entirely to Anthony, even planning to get in shape to have a child with him. After we got married, he kept using work as an excuse whenever I brought up having a baby. At first, I thought he was indeed busy. It wasn't until I walked into his office and found him kissing Yunice that I realized that he didn't want to start a family with me.

He can feel his pulse throbbing in his temples. “How could you do this?” he says. “You let that man brainwash you. You think he’s any better than me? His first wife left him, Julie. That’s a pretty damn telling sign, don’t you think? What are you going to do when it gets rough? Run to another man?”

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.

"That bitch Lily is dead. She died last year in that basement. By the end there wasn't a patch of healthy skin left on her body!" "I've got nothing. I can't even get hired to sweep streets -- nobody wants a man with a record." "Serena, for the sake of the seven years we had together, can't you forgive me?" "Just let me come back and I'll be your servant. I'll get on my knees every day and bring you tea!" I sat inside the warm, luxurious cabin. Through the dark, tinted privacy glass, I looked coldly at the most pathetic version of a man I had ever seen.

“Victoria is arrogant just because she’s rich! I’ll never marry her, not even if I go broke! “Emma, you’re the only one in the world who understands me. None of those rich heiresses actually love me! “The board of directors is putting the pressure on me now, so we should keep our marriage a secret. I’ll publicly introduce you as my wife once I gain control over the entire company.” What a joke, all of it. His children were old enough to go to school now. Everything I had done over the past five years amounted to nothing. I woke up every morning to make him breakfast, I stayed up every night to wait for his return… And now, I had conceived his baby. What did all of this even mean to him?

“Adrian-“ He got on top of her pinning her down and kissed her getting between her legs. “I have to fulfill my duties as a husband. I know you want me, and I want you to..” She giggled. “Next time, I won’t be so forgiving.” He kissed her again, rubbing himself on her and… *** At Judith’s house, She opened her legs wider on her bed, pushing the vibrating dildo deep inside her, her eyes closed as she imagined it deep in her. His breathing, his grunts. Her toes curled followed by an intense orgasm. .

There were condolences from family and friends, a funny meme from Mindy, and a slew of trending news alerts. The photos on the trending feed showed Albert with a face full of despair. There was also a shot of him ruthlessly slapping Summer twice in the party hall. The term “devoted husband” became linked to his name. The messages from Albert kept coming. [I miss you.] [Please, tell me this is all a lie.] [I should have just taken you with me. This is all my fault.] I gave a sarcastic smile and swiped to the chat with Mindy. [Babe, we can move on to step two.]