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And here I was, locked in my own bedroom while my husband comforted another woman in my hallway. I was tired. So incredibly, bone-deep tired. I buried my face in my knees and finally let myself acknowledge the truth I'd been avoiding for thirteen months. This marriage was over. It had been over the moment Mia came back into our lives. I’d just been too afraid to admit it, and too scared to drag Theo into a life as a rogue with me. But I didn’t know how much longer I could keep holding on...

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

After finding out that the city is flourishing with countless opportunities, Florence Chastain drinks far too much out of elation. She begins stumbling toward the home of Gerard Vertes, a widower, in her drunken haze. Even though I have a crush on her, I choose to ignore her. In my previous life, I was worried that Florence might submit to her carnal urges due to intoxication, which might lead to her losing the golden opportunity of moving to the city. So, I rushed over to stop her. But Florence was quick to yank the hem of my shirt while begging me to satisfy her urges. After the wild night, she got pregnant with my child. In order to preserve Florence's reputation, her parents forced

The entire room fell silent again. Olivia’s lips parted slightly in shock, probably not expecting me to speak to her that way. I didn’t care. “I need you both to get out. Now." “Dominic, it's not true right? How can I leave? It's my wife we're talking about!" I raised my eyes, my lips curving up into a sadistic smile. Beeeep! I turned to the EKG monitor. Still a flatline, no heartbeat, no pulse. “Your wife? You're her husband? Your fucking piece of trash deserves her? Get Out! Someone, call security.” In a few minutes, Hayes was dragged out while his green tea girlfriend trailed behind.

“There is no more proof. I have thought of paying some torturers; I heard of some who used to bite people with nail clippers.” “Oh, Ximena, you better tell me the good part; how did they turn out?” “She gave me a month to think about it; on the one hand, I would like to throw myself into her arms to repeat that night of passion forever.” “And on the other?” “On the other side too, no lies; there's the fact that that damned man is my husband, who abandoned me before we got married, and how did it go with the sheik?”

Most people say their wedding day is the happiest day of their lives but not Nicholas. Not when it was the day he lost his freedom to an emotionally abusive woman. Not when he knew Lyra didn’t love him and most likely never will. The fact that she only had a look of contempt when she laid eyes on him on their wedding night was proof enough. So was the fact that she kept her last name and especially the multiple affairs she was having. He knew about them, and she knew that he did but also that he wouldn’t dare say anything. After all, she was behind the funding for the orphanage he grew up in. One mistake from him, and she’d stop. Which is why he entertained her every whim without complaint.

Not on my watch. I went to my home office—a spacious room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a massive desk, and multiple monitors for when I needed to work from home—and sat down at my computer. I pulled up several news sites, all of them still running variations of the story about Anya's supposed affair and abandonment of her marriage. My jaw clenched as I read the headlines: "Disgraced Heiress Leaves Husband for Billionaire Rival" "Kennedy Davenport Heartbroken as Wife Chooses Wealth Over Love"

"Fine, I'll behave, but let me hold you while we sleep. Please... I promise I won't do anything." My body stiffened. I knew struggling would only provoke a stronger reaction, so I warned him sternly, "If you try anything, I'm done with you." He gradually fell asleep. Meanwhile, I stared at the frantic comments still scrolling in front of me, finally piecing together the truth of this absurd world. I was living inside a melodramatic novel named 'Twin CEOs: Double the Danger'. The male lead of the novel was my husband, Trevor, who was still overseas handling a crisis.

She despised his ownership of her body and felt dirty every time he took her in that way. She suffered initially because he abandoned her there, but then she only appreciated his absence. She was now relieved and didn't feel bad about being the abandoned wife; she was grateful for it. That night, after that argument and after he had taken her without any care, despite her advanced pregnancy, Alice couldn't sleep anymore. Due to the agitation from their heated exchange or the forceful use of her body by Robert, she felt distressed, along with being extremely tired. Her belly was restless, and her back ached horribly.

"Consider this an ultimatum, Megan. You either go to work and build a career, or if you insist on this ridiculous notion of getting married right now, then I will disown you. You will no longer be a part of this family. Do you understand me?" Megan stared at him, her heart pounding in her ears. Disown her? After everything? After supporting her through the trauma of Lizbeth, after celebrating her graduation, he was willing to cast her aside for wanting to marry the man she loved? A cold, desperate fury mixed with a profound sense of injustice consumed her.