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Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

"I promise to be present. To be the father our children deserve, the partner you deserve, the man who chooses family over everything. I will never leave again. I will never be the unseen husband. I will be here, in light, for all our days." Alessia was crying openly now, and Sebastian's own eyes were wet. The Prince turned to her. "Lady Alessia, do you have words for your husband?" Alessia took a shaky breath. "Six years ago, I married a stranger. I barely saw his face. I knew nothing about him except his name. He left at dawn, and I thought he'd abandoned me forever." "But I was wrong. He didn't abandon me—we were both deceived. And the man I've come to know is nothing like the distant, unc

I stole a glance at him, and the smirk he gave me promised trouble. And I couldn’t help but think… Maybe my husband's open marriage suggestion wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“Move, Alex, or I'll scream. My husband's outside.” “Your what?” Alex’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening. “Keep fooling yourself.” She tried to push past him again but he was persistent. “Let go!” She snapped, her voice was louder this time. “Why? So you'll run back to my uncle? Don't you have shame? You were confessing your love to me barely a month ago but now you've moved to him. Is this some sort of kink for you? Sleeping with family members—”

“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?”

My eyes widened in shock. “He actually still cares about Helena.” I let out a quick laugh. In the book, Julian was the “second male lead”—the rival to the main hero in love. And of course, second leads never win. They’re destined to lose the girl. “But this time, I’ll flip the script!” My phone buzzed. “He replied!” I squealed in excitement, but my body instantly dropped when I read it: ‘You’re married. A married woman doesn’t betray her husband, does she?’

I am done with married women. The End

“You’re right. I am interested in the offer.” Damien’s chest tightened in relief as he exhaled slowly. “So you’ll do it?” Lucas’s smirk widened; it was as if he was laughing but holding it back.“That depends.” “On what?” Lucas leaned back, gaze glittering with something Damien couldn’t quite place. Something dangerous. “I’ll agree to be your husband,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. “But only under one condition.” Damien’s stomach twisted. “Which is?” Lucas took his time, finishing his drink before leaning in one last time.

Cyra nodded, and then watched him leaving. She had never expected to see this side of him which made her believe that not just only a perfect man, a perfect cook….he was a perfect and ideal husband. He was that kind of life partner which any girl would feel blessed to have, but what about her? Why was this blessing cloaked as a curse for her? “This novel is quite romantic,” Cyra heard him saying who was reading the romance novel for her. Her head was placed over his lap as he had given her a head massage after their dinner, and now he was reciting that story for her.

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.