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My work badge, my access card, and even my personal mobile phone were all confiscated. If they were able to find even the slightest evidence, I would be grounded for life. I didn't know how I walked out of the company office building. I went home feeling dazed. When I opened the door, what I saw was just an empty apartment. There was a file on the empty table. It was a divorce agreement. I opened it with trembling hands. The agreement was pretty clear. My wife wanted to divorce me, and I was to leave with nothing. The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family.

“Did I miss the part where I entered your room? Because it seems to me that you’re making a mistake with this… whatever this is, here.” Her jaw tightened. “I’m serious.” “So am I.” I stepped farther into the room. “You came into my bedroom without permission, waited for me in the dark, and now you are telling me to stay away from my husband.” Her mouth twisted. “Husband… that contract does not make you anything real to him.” The words hit harder than I wanted them to. I hid the sting. “Did you come here hoping to tell me something I didn’t already know?” Her expression shifted, as if she had expected me to be more wounded. Good. “You are temporary,” she said. “And you are going to leave when

Tomorrow I am going to be your wife the way women are wives the day the women are the wives the men the women are the wives of are going to be the wives the women the men the women are the wives of are going to be the wives the women the men the women are the wives of are going to be the wives the day the women are the wives the men the women are the wives of are going to be the wives the women the men the women are the wives of are going to be the wives the day the women are the wives the men the women are the wives of are the kind of wives the women the men the women are the wives of are going to be the wives the day the women are the wives the men the women are the wives of. We are quiet.

I married a woman who was a temptation. On what basis am I expected to maintain my tranquility throughout the damn dinner? Why did the slit have to be such a gigantic length? My member twitched. Heck! She is a temptation. I froze when she walked near me. She reeked of sweetness, invitingness, and sensuality, and it flooded my nostrils. The fact that it would be difficult for me to concentrate tonight is something I am fully aware of. Fuck! My wife is breathtakingly beautiful. Hell, I married a stunningly beautiful woman. Her emerald eyes glinted as she locked her gaze on me.

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“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

Why does his voice sound like he means every word? I stared at the glittering band, my pulse refusing to calm. What if this is part of the act? What if he’s trying to make it look convincing for someone watching? What if he’s laughing inside at how easily I’m playing the role of the desperate wife? The ring suddenly felt like a shackle. A cold reminder of the lie I was living. It’s not real, Isabella. None of this is real. You’re not his wife. He doesn’t love you. You’re a piece on a chessboard, temporary, replaceable, forgettable.

I tried to be strong and I heard his footsteps walking out of this house. I was left alone, as usual. Well, the setup in this house was all the same as time passes by. He never ate the food I made for him, he always comes home late. 3 months had passed but I never made him stayed, yet I always cooked his favorite foods, even though I knew that he won't never going to eat them. I wanted to do everything of this. After my studies, I always came home as early as I could, just to fixed the mess he made intentionally, and cooked him some food. I didn't have enough time with my friends that I slowly losing them until they became just wind to me. I knew that this marriage was all temporary but I lo

Adrian’s voice broke the silence again, and I blinked, still processing the sudden shift in conversation. “I read some of your work,” he said casually, his gaze flicking over me with a hint of curiosity. I was shocked. “What?” I asked, my mind struggling to make sense of what he just said. He nodded, eyes narrowing slightly. “I had to know what my temporary wife was doing, what kind of person she is.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “That’s very uncultured of you,” I said, shaking my head. “If you’re going to criticize me, you should save it.”