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Not losing the problem we face as a family but we face it together and stronger. I am Twaine Isabelle Montenegro-Mendez, the little wife of Adrian Kyle Mendez is now signing off.

Clarissa was stunned at her arrogance. "Wow....that's.... I mean who rolls up to someone's wife like that and tells them that they are going to take their husband" "Stop acting like you're his wife. You're just a side chick!' ... .... ..... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book,

she said firmly. Nicholas immediately turned around, "No, you must resign immediately, how can the wife of Nicholas Anthony work as an employee in someone else's company, do you want to embarrass me? You will make me look like someone who can't feed my own wife," he said dryly. Rachel shrugged, "I don't care, I don't want to stay home and wait for you to come home! I'm not a real wife though! I'm just some kind of employee, I bet that is the correct word. I want to do something to distract my feelings..." "Feelings? Distract your feelings what is that supposed to mean?" asked Nicholas, suspicious.

With a lopsided smile, Angga replied, “Which wife? Your marriage was never even registered at the KUA. Anyone knows that the wife of Ares Dwi Pranata is Widya Arista.” No, they don't. Feby had traveled all the way here not to hear this statement. She had to see her husband and question what had happened. *** Feby was stubborn. That was also the reason why she kept waiting all night in the car. Hoping to meet with her husband to get the answers she had been waiting for. [I warned you. Now try appearing in front of Mr. Ares. See how he reacts]. Feby arranged her appearance that had just woken up. Then she hurriedly left the car that had become her resting place.

"I'm still a pure and innocent cherry who has no idea where my future husband is, and now I have to submit to the Devil's perverted oppression and look at another man's d*ck!!!" "I don't want to see it either!" "It's not that bad for you. You're a married woman, and we're not the same! At least the first d*ck you saw was your husband's, but I'm doomed to see the one of a COMPLETE STRANGER!" Elizabeth was speechless. She really wanted to tell Evelyn that back then she was so hammered that she didn't even get to see her husband's private parts at all. "Well, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna go?"

I heard Alex murmuring away, laughing, "Your wife is so cute." # . . CONTINUE Thanks to the loyal readers of my husband is gay. Your comments and ratings mean a lot to me. A little bit of information about this novel, I've actually written it on one of the Orange W. platforms and to introduce it to the outside world, I changed it to English. I hope this novel is also of interest there. Thank you again and don't forget to be happy

Alan shouted when they reached the middle of the courtyard. Caleb glanced around before ducking a blow from an advancing warrior. “I know not. I lost sight of her when you came through the gates.” “Your wife has lost her mind,” Edward said as he cut through another soldier. “She has to be the most daft, infuriating, brave lass I’ve ever had the occasion to meet.” “Aye, she is all that,” Caleb agreed. “And she’s mine.” Alan grinned then pivoted and delivered a death blow, his sword coming away bright with blood. “You’re a most fortunate man, Caleb. Clearly your wife is too stubborn to let you die.”

She was small, energetic, and carried herself with the unmistakable confidence of someone who had earned the right to ignore her age. “There you are.” She embraced Elena warmly before stepping back. “I was beginning to think those important meetings had stolen you.” “They tried.” Elena laughed. “But I escaped.” Only then did the older woman notice Adrian. Her eyes narrowed with theatrical suspicion. “And who is this handsome stranger?” Elena looked momentarily uncertain. “This is my husband…” She paused almost imperceptibly before finishing. “…Adrian.” The hesitation lasted less than a second. It still reached him. Mrs. Alvarez welcomed them inside without another question.