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“She’s a hot piece of ass, then?” “Yes. And she’s married.” His eyes shifted to the woman in purple, and he chuckled. “Now that’s my brother. I knew there was something missing in this story. You’re the biggest jackass I know, so now it all makes sense. And the husband has no idea?” I shook my head. “I don’t care if he finds out.” “Only more fun that way.” “She says he’s a really powerful guy, and you know me, that makes me want to piss him off even more.”

The guy in front of me now is so handsome! How much more if he is not sleeping? I'm sure girls are always drooling while looking at him. I'm also a bit proud that this ugly guy became my husband, hehe. But the truth is, my heart belongs to Bebe alone. That's a fact! Zac didn't want to wake up, so I just covered him with a blanket. But he suddenly pulled me down to lie beside him. And now I'm in his arms. What's wrong with this ugly guy?!

But after some time, when he saw tears in her eyes and her hands tied badly, he understood that she was being forcefully married. He also saw bleeding from her leg. When Vipul pulled her hard she could not control herself and fell. So he couldn't bear to look at her and he ran and caught her. In anger, he also pushed Vipul away forcefully. And just married her without thinking. His eyes fell on the sleeping Tanya who was looking very innocent. He was happy today that from now on Tanya is his only forever. His eyes fell on the mangalsutra around Tanya's neck. He Sat near her for a while. After some time he went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he lay down on the couch nearb

She barked, her chest heaving like she had just run a marathon, and I watched her. It was useless arguing that Davy had hardly a nickname. That it was a meaningless dance just for show, but she opened her mouth again, not at all through. “Do you know how embarrassing it is to see your husband so taken by another that he couldn’t even feel you?” She asked, her words gutting me. “You have said you could spot me anywhere in a crowd, yet you were so fucking blind to it, but that wasn’t even worse. It was the fact that I had to see my husband drive her home, spending hours with her, and then he comes back home, lying in your face?

And instead of apologizing to me for everything he had done, he was standing there begging another woman to understand. The unfairness of it made my chest ache. I quickly grabbed my phone back from his hand. Then I typed fast and angrily. "What's so terrible about it? We're married." Both of them looked at the screen. I continued typing. "It's literally his duty as my husband. In one month, after the divorce, you can have him all to yourself." "Last night we both enjoyed it." I added. Cassia completely lost it. One second she was staring at the phone. The next second she lunged. Her fingers tangled in my hair. Pain shot through my scalp.

He inclined his head slightly. “I’m the chairman of Knight Holdings.” “The company my husband has been meeting with.” “Yes.” “The company that somehow convinced him to divorce me.” His expression remained steady. “I didn’t convince him.” “Then explain the papers.” “They were his decision.” Elena laughed bitterly. “You expect me to believe that?” “I expect you to hear the truth before deciding what to believe.” She folded her arms across her chest. “Fine. Start talking.” Damien didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked toward a cabinet built into the wall and poured a glass of water before setting it in front of her.

Irina snapped, flashing a trembling hand at her face, “I am so happy you have fallen to your rock bottom. Do you hear me?! Because you disgust me! And in a matter of days to weeks, everything will be clear, and you will be nothing to me!” “Oh really?” Isla purred, tilting her head like a predator circling prey, “You think you can abandon me now?” “Yes,” Irina hissed, “Watch me.” “No, mother. You can’t,” Isla smiled tauntingly. “Try me.” And suddenly, Isla leaned close, as her voice dipped so low like a formidable sound that shouldn't be heard, “Because…” Her lips curved in triumph, “…I know where your real husband is.”

"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.

"Mr. Hart, as the wealthiest person in Avenir now, your prospects are truly boundless. Becoming the richest person in the nation is surely just around the corner!" "This must be your wife and son. If your ex-wife knew how well you're doing now, she'd surely be filled with regret. What a shame she had no such fortune." "Absolutely. Just seeing the three of you standing together is such a beautiful sight. You truly are the model family of Avenir!" "It's remarkable. Mr. Clifford doesn't resemble your ex-wife at all. To me, he and Mrs. Hart look just like mother and son." At the flattering remark, a flicker of unease crossed Stacy's face. Her hands tightened unconsciously around her purse as sh

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”