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he belong to me, just me. He gave me 3 more orgasm, I was extenuated after this. It's only when I was entangled with my husband, after he made love to me, that I remember Ulrich my current boy friend. I haven't call him since that famous day I met Declan. He went for a conference and will be back this evening. After this I fell asleep. I was brutally wake up be my husband " Who's Ulrich syntia? He just called, when I answer your phone, he called my wife his baby. What's the fucking meaning of this?" Declan is fuming

Her breath caught, trembling enough to betray the unrest behind her stillness. "I don't know that you know what you're saying!" she shouted, her voice needing an ounce of assurance. "I do," Jerry replied softly, but with steel in his voice. "I've seen it all, your husband and his secretary." Her lips curved slightly, smiling. Her eyes welling, she looked away too quickly. A soft laugh escaped her, bitter and shattered. "Of course. Of course it's true. I must have been the last to know." "You're not," he told her, gentler now. "You're just the one who kept believing in him."

“That’s not what this is.” “Then tell me what it is, Alejandro.” She stopped a few feet from him. She could smell his cologne, the sherry on his breath. “Explain it to me. Make me understand why my husband, the man bound to me by contract and law, is publicly humiliating us both.” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. “You left! You sent me an ultimatum from across the ocean, like I was some subordinate who disobeyed an order! What did you expect me to do?”

Celine huffs a sigh, composing a nice statement to apologize to them. Celine walks in with her head held high. She got into a magnificent living room, Helen was seated on a golden cushioned chair glaring at Celine as she came in. Helen lived her married life being the boss and a full housewife. She had no other job than sending spies to her husband, Henry but no spy ever knew Henry's real secret about 'the men in black'. Helen believed she knows more about her husband but what would be her reaction when she finds out Henry's true identity?

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

“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?”

His eyes swung toward me, and I could’ve sworn I saw… relief. “Monique,” he said, moving toward me. “You’re here... You’re okay.” Then, without hesitation, he bent down and gave me a half-awkward, half-concerned hug as I remained frozen in my chair. I didn’t hug him back, I was too stunned to move. Still holding my gaze, he said, “Your husband called me yesterday. I couldn’t make out most of what he said, but he was pushing to finalize the remaining portion of your father’s estate.”

Me: Can you do me a favor? Henry: What kind? I’m a married man. I know Kill is far from my perfection, so you missed out. Me: A: delusional. And B: not even if you were the last man alive. Henry: What’s the favor? Me: Watch him. Make sure he’s okay. Henry: And you care because? Me: He’s my husband. Henry: I thought it was just for show. Me: You’re wrong. Henry: Other than the phone thing, he seems like the same old Aiden to me. Smoking, drinking guy who just needs a hug and some good sex.

"Am I really married?" "Yes, our boss is top of the rich list, a bona fide tall, rich, and handsome. Look at how handsome he is in this photo!" Eulalia looked down at the man on the marriage certificate. There was no denying her "husband" was indeed handsome, but she felt an inexplicable repulsion. "This is really my husband?" Eulalia asked in disbelief. "Madam, you've asked this no less than ten times. He really is your husband, as real as gold! You've been in a coma for four months after the accident, and your husband has been vigilantly by your side, truly loving you."

I just heard Hector laugh, so I tightened my grip on him. "Ask Dad why I came here, fucker. And Solei is not a lie. It's true that she's my wife. We got married the night of her bachelor's party. Truth fucking hurts, right?" Hector finally said, surprising everyone, even me. The night at the party deepened. I remained seated on one side, watching as various businesspersons approached and talked to Hector. Despite engaging in conversations, he didn't let go of my hand, as if ensuring I wouldn't feel out of place after the earlier confrontation.