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"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

That gap doesn’t shrink. @olívia_ He’s my husband! I like him just as he is, with his 30 years, gorgeous blue eyes, and Kiton suit. @isabelle_ Bet even his underwear’s designer. @rita_ Definitely. @olívia_ As soon as I see it, I’ll let you know, with pleasure. @isabelle_ You haven’t seen your husband’s underwear yet? @isabelle_ was removed from the group @olívia_ Poor thing! She’ll be back in a minute.

Rubbing his temple as he thought about all the kinds of people who were streaming the broadcast, Zivon eventually headed back upstairs… Since Nathan had brought Maison and Yulia out, the villa was pretty empty and quiet… As for Xavia, she was sleeping soundly in the bedroom when Zivon silently walked toward her… before sitting by the bedside. Though he simply took some documents out to read through, that alone was apparently enough to spark a reaction from the viewers! ‘Husband, why are you reading through documents when your wife is right next to you?!’ ‘Is it because she isn’t beautiful, husband? Does she not smell good?’ ‘So it turns out that you’re ‘that’ kind of husband!’

"I believe in your love for him, Sandra. I know what you are thinking right now. Please, don’t get tired of Denver. I promise you, Denver is a good man. Maybe he still feels bad for you, for me, for his Dad. But sooner or later he will realize your worth as his wife. I believe in your love story." She nodded as she agree with what Madame Madelle said. She believe in miracle. She believe that Denver change of heart will happen one day. She believe that Denver is a good man too. He may have done the worst of worst before but if he is willing to repent and change for good, then so it will be. "Be strong, hija." NIGHT as usual when her husband came home. She was sitting on the last rung of the s

And the city outside continued to glow, unaware that, high above its endless hum, two hearts that were never meant to meet had finally found home in each other. The morning sunlight filtered softly through the penthouse windows, painting golden streaks across the bedroom. Olivia stirred, her body wrapped in the warmth of the sheets and the faint scent of Sebastian on the pillow beside her. For a brief, blissful moment, she didn’t want to open her eyes, afraid that if she did, the memory of last night would vanish like a dream. But when she turned, there he was. Sebastian Hart. Her husband. Still asleep, his usually composed face was relaxed, boyish even. A lock of hair fell over his forehead

Her heels were clicking on the floor and it annoyed Jonathan so much as he wasn’t used to that sound and more importantly, he was trying to focus on the newspaper. With a determined resolve, Hazel locked eyes with him. “I will only believe that my husband is dead when I see his lifeless body in the mortuary. Until then, all this talk of a levirate contract and marrying you is ultimate bullshit!” Her voice wavered slightly, but her conviction was unwavering and she was snarling at him.

I bet my face is red. Damn, why have I been nervous around my husband lately? He brings different vibes than the usually ′gentle family man′ vibes, more like ′dominating'. Does it sin if I cheat with this new version of Dominic? The last time I felt him so dominant was when we were still dating. After marriage, he never looked so dominating like this anymore, I swear. He is usually just like another gentle husband out there. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Storming outside my room, I pause at the door to his room, sounds of a woman riding on throes of orgasms, filters through the open crack, I grit my teeth hard. What would people say if they saw a woman with her legs spread out, in between her legs, my husband of a few days, sliding in and out of her? Opening the door a crack, his eyes find mine. He keeps his dark eyes on me, bringing a lit cigarette in between his lips, I can’t take this anymore. Pushing the large oak doors open, that doesn’t stop her, her eyes are shut. How could he do this?? How did I end up with a man like this??

She sighed deeply as she grabbed her phone and log on to W******p and decided to chat the woman who had been the reason why her husband had totally ignore her. Hey !!? She typed Hello, do you still want to show yourself today?” Black beauty replied. Sadiqah: I know you are shameless... Stop chatting with my husband. Black beauty: Your husband you said? I thought he has more than a wife ... Or was that not how you took over his time before marriage? So let me have my time too... or are you scared he will abandon you just like he did to his first wife when you were not yet married to him?

“Listen, Cruz, this is a bad plan. I am telling you, ninety percent of women who walk away from their husbands end up going back. Have you forgotten what your ex-wife did to you?” Julian’s face is dark with embarrassment. He stands up and looks at me, his eyes begging me to understand. “Bianca, I am so sorry. Can you please wait in the hallway for just one minute?” He points toward a corridor nearby. I nod, holding back my own discomfort as I walk to the hall. I can still hear the low, angry sounds of their argument behind me. It is crazy, but until this moment, I knew nothing about Julian. I never asked about his life, his past. I was so busy thinking about Brandon and his affair. Now I lea