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"Since you saw everything, I won't bother hiding it anymore." His voice was calm, as if he were announcing a business decision. "Powerful men always want more. It's normal." He paused, his tone growing even colder. "You may be my wife, but that doesn't give you the right to bring people here to cause trouble at my spa." Wife. The word detonated in the room. Everyone was speechless. "What? Wife?" "Mr. Vance is married?" "This bloody woman is Mr. Vance's wife?" "Oh my god, I thought she was some lowlife from out of town!"

It was why she was panicking. "David, please," her voice shifted, dropping into that sickeningly sweet, pitiful tone she used when she wanted something. "I’ve been so good. I’ve been taking care of everything. The staff, the social calendar, Camilla’s schooling... I’ve been the perfect wife." My jaw tightened. Perfect wife? The image of her flashed in my mind — wearing Alice’s ring, holding Alice’s daughter, poisoning herself with medication, just to frame the woman I loved.

Yeni wasn't ready for that to happen. "Aris and Allisya are now legally husband and wife," Daniel answered with a sharp gaze, holding back the surging anger in his heart. Allisya was now Aris's forever. There was no right or chance anymore to fix their relationship, which had failed so easily because of his own selfishness. The entire club was shocked, even though they didn't know the problem. But they felt sad for what Yeni was feeling.

The soft, husky moans sent a shiver down her spine, her heart racing with a mix of shock and disbelief. Tried so hard not to believe that it was coming from her matrimonial room but the more she climbed the stairs,it became clear that it was her matrimonial room. The creaks, the groans, the soft gasps and the unmistakable whispers of pleasure all painted a vivid picture in her mind. The partially opened door made it easy for her to the two figures curled up on the bed. The sheets were twisted around them. Her husband's arm was wrapped around the lady's waist, his hand resting on her hip.

"Everything will be fine, don’t be nervous." His words brought me back to my senses and I glanced at him, "How did you know I was nervous?" "I can tell just by looking at you, if not how can I be a perfect husband to my wife?" He replied, and cupped my cheeks with a bright smile. "You don’t need to worry about anything my love, I don’t need anyone’s permission, I just want you to be mine and I know very well how to do it." Perfect husband? I never thought there would be a day I would be hearing this, because I lost hope of having a perfect husband already, but here this man is making the heart of mine to bloom once again, which was closed long ago because of a bastard.

There was a moment of silence as we simply stared into each other’s eyes. “You are a beautiful woman,” he complimented. “That’s my husband’s daily mantra. He repeats it every single time,” I said, chuckling. “You seem to love him a lot. Is he the violent or womanizing type?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink. “Of course not. My husband is neither. He’s perfect,” I declared. “No one is perfect, Angela,” he countered. “We are all human.” “So, are you the flawed husband?” I asked.

“You’re perfect. A fantasy comes true.” Her chest, neck, and cheeks flushed red from her husband’s compliment. “Way way better in real. So fucking perfect.” Given his sexual nature, it took everything for Tripp not to get up and grab his wife, throw her to his bed, and take her however he pleased.

"The best we've had in a long time." I looked at our reflection in the mirror. We looked like a perfect couple. The successful husband, the beautiful wife, the expensive bedroom. But all I could see was the jacket in the bin. All I could feel was the weight of the lies. "Yeah," I whispered, staring at my own haunted eyes. "A good day." “Dae, is there anything I need to know?" The question hung in the steam of the bedroom. I felt his body stiffen against my back. His hands, which had been roaming over my waist, went still. The playful mood vanished instantly.

Chapter Three — Drew Jacob's Wife He wasn’t, in fact, dying to meet me like my parents made me believe That realization didn’t come on my wedding day because that day was perfect , It came as I became his wife , Actually living with him was hell . I had been married to Drew Jacobs for two years, and in those two years, I learned that a marriage could exist without love, affection , or kindness and still look perfect to everyone watching from the outside, We just had to play our paths perfectly.

It was no longer nervous or hopeful, but oddly calm in a way that made my skin crawl. “I know you’re married,” he said again, this time quieter, slower. “To Henry. Mr. Perfect. The man who has it all, the job, the charm, the sweet smile everyone loves and a scott, i will even kill to be a scott. But let me ask you something love, does he really see you? The way I do?” My stomach turned. “Yes,” I replied coldly. “He sees me. He knows me. And more than anything, he respects me. He loves and adores me and I love and adore him also. And unlike you, he respects boundaries.”