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I bet my face is red. Damn, why have I been nervous around my husband lately? He brings different vibes than the usually ′gentle family man′ vibes, more like ′dominating'. Does it sin if I cheat with this new version of Dominic? The last time I felt him so dominant was when we were still dating. After marriage, he never looked so dominating like this anymore, I swear. He is usually just like another gentle husband out there. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

She then said, "Mr. Zane, this short story talks about a husband and wife being separated after marriage. After that, they met up but didn't recognize each other?" If he did not know that she was learning very attentively, Xander would have assumed that she knew something. "Mhm, The story does talk about a husband and wife being separated after marriage. They met again and fell in love." "This man is so unreliable!" Perhaps because it was related to her, Abigail was inspired to speak. "After marriage, he left his newly wedded wife alone at home. It's fine at our age. To a woman at home at that age, he must've not known how hard his wife's days were."

“Your husband disappeared before Madison died, your friend disappeared too, right?” Katie sniffed. “Yes.” Rosetta exhaled softly, “Katie, they made their choices. Remember, after they both abandoned you, you built your own business, you carried yourself and healed alone, none of them helped you!” She closed her eyes, her chest tightening. “Katie, stop standing at doors people closed in your face.” Rosetta said firmly. “You met Damien today.” Katie frowned. “You didn’t tell me part of the agreement stated I will bear his child.”

“I want everything. Footage. Forensics. Financials. Who benefits. Who loses. I want every damn name on this case.” “Yes, sir.” I hung up before he could ask questions. Abigail’s face rose uninvited in my mind. It's been months and I still can't get over the fact that she was Alexander's dead wife and then my wife and now she's no where to be found. I just wanted wanted her back! I honestly didn't care if she was my cousin's wife or not, I want her and the baby. This was never her plan, I thought grimly. I poured another drink but didn’t touch it.

During an annual meeting, a woman discreetly pulled me aside and whispered, "Aren't you going to do something, Mrs. Myers? Quinn's stuck to Mr. Myers' side like a leech every day. Rumors are spreading throughout the entire company." I looked at Jonathan and Quinn, who were standing a distance away, clinking glasses with each other. I smiled and said, "Let them spread." The woman was stunned. She probably didn't expect me to respond that way. However, what the woman didn't know was that I had investigated Jonathan and Quinn some time ago. Jonathan's name was on the deed of the apartment unit that Quinn was living in. Jonathan and I had bought that unit two months after we got married. On the

The stark red on the white sheets was a glaring reminder of what had happened between them the night before. Before she could process it, there was a knock at the door, followed by a swarm of reporters eager to expose Damien’s overnight stay with a mysterious woman. The Duncan family—being the most prestigious in Sea City, with a long lineage of scholars—was led by the traditional and commanding Old Mr. Duncan. Upon hearing the news, he immediately announced Damien and Elena’s marriage to the public. For Elena, it felt like a dream, but not a pleasant one. Damien didn’t love her; in fact, he resented her. He hated her for making him betray the woman he truly loved—her sister, Avery.

My hands clenched into fists. "And even if she divorces me, even if she runs to you, even if you think you've won..." He smiled, and it was the ugliest thing I'd ever seen. "You'll never have her. Not really. Because deep down, she'll always know you abandoned her once. And she'll spend every day waiting for you to do it again." He turned to leave, then paused. "She's mine, Storm. Even in divorce. Even in your bed. Even when she's whispering your name." His eyes glittered with malice. "She'll always be mine."

A stranger who appeared out of nowhere, spoke like he knew too much, and threw her into a nightmare she never asked for. And yet— He had taken a bullet for her. That wasn’t something you ignored. That wasn’t something you forgot. --- Elena pushed open the door to an abandoned café, the bell above it giving a weak chime before falling silent again. Empty. Dark. Safe… for now. She locked the door behind her and leaned against it, her body trembling—not from fear alone, but from everything crashing down at once. Her husband was dead. Her life was gone. And now she was running from people she didn’t even understand.

Like she deserved to hear it without anything around it. She sat with that in the quiet kitchen. After a while she said: “Fourteen days.” “Fourteen days,” he confirmed. His arms tightened slightly. “Then it’s done and begun at the same time.” She understood that. The thing about getting married was that it was an ending and a starting point. The investigation was over. The testimony was done. The chain from her father to Margaret Harlow to this kitchen was complete. And February was where all of it landed and became the solid ground that everything after grew from.

I don't want to see that hatred that I witnessed on Marquis's face. I would rather stay away from her than see her hating me... Hah!!! Reality is unbelievable. I still can't digest the matter that I was abandoned by my husband on the first night. There is nothing to hold or to rely on. Living like a stray with no support. No roof when it storms, No blanket when it snows. Ahead of my life, I have only myself. The unbreakable wall ahead of me I have to break it to move on. Let myself bleed out with every wound I am getting now, to get my happiness. I no longer want to be locked in the cruel illusion of so-called family love.