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"Be that as it may, I couldn't just burn the notepad. It was as if those scrawled pages held all that was true about my life that no one else knew about. I didn't want Alice to read them so I went to work on a Sunday evening to lock them in my desk, but couldn't do anything at all on Monday because they seemed to be staring at me accusingly. So I called Sheila, feeling insanely stupid about that in itself, and practically begged her to read them. I was so insanely glad when she agreed, I dropped everything I'd tried to work on before and just walked over to her office to drop the pad off. "The days until our next session were endless. Alice constantly got on my nerves, then she wanted to kno

Fuschia clench her fist as Elysian began to talk. “That story… really intriguing. Where did you hear that story, Your Highness?” “Nah, it’s just from a romantic novel I read. So, just tell me, what kind of magic does the husband used?” “Well, I think there’s no magic involvement in this case.” “Impossible! Then what about when she slept with another man who had her husband's face? Isn't the wife being tricked with magic like hypnosis?”

Pastor Solomon asked his wife. "Some factors led to who I have become, my husband. I have told you some of them, but the major factor which I have not told you about is the poem I saw and read from the Bible, written by King Lemuel in the book of Proverbs 31:10-31, titled "A Wife of Noble Character." It goes like this: A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.

his voice booming through the speakers. “Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church… Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.” He closed the Bible slowly, looked over the sea of faces, and smiled. “Now, you see, this is not a suggestion,” he said, his voice full of fire. “This is the divine order! This is God’s plan. A woman who listens to her husband, who obeys, who submits… she will be blessed. She will live in peace. But those who challenge, who question, who think they can be equal to the man God placed over them, they b

She reached into her clutch and pulled out a small, leather-bound book—cream-colored, the title embossed in soft gold script—The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society. She extended it toward me with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You should read it,” she said simply. “Memorize the key chapters, practice the rest. It’s a useful guide. All Kingston wives have studied it. Including me.” I didn’t move, just stared at the damn, thick book.

"I have proof that he cheated on me with a female employee at the estate! They had a tryst right here! Yes, one of us has to pay under the prenup, but it won't be me!" Jacques exchanged a look with Sylvia and nodded. He pulled out his phone and swiped through several photos for us to see. They showed me leaning close to a female worker at Belgard. In one, I entered her room and seemed to pat her head. In another, the most open to misreading, I handed her a sleeping robe.

I turned to meet Alaric's suddenly alert eyes, forcing a gentle smile. "Oh, I was just talking to a friend about a human noble family on the East Coast. The heir betrayed his wife, and now she's annulling the marriage, severing all ties, and even taking her entire dowry back with her." If he wanted a performance, then I would play my part until the final curtain. Alaric's gaze was like a needle, probing my face for any sign of a crack in my composure.

“B-But... why?” He thought for a minute. “I imagine that when I have a wife, I want her to treat me as an equal... someone she will not have to be afraid of. I want you to feel like that. I brought you here to give your husband a lesson and to teach you how it is like when a husband cares for a wife. Do you understand, ma bichette?” She gulped, feeling a wave of bittersweet feelings at the realization that he was aware and was truly giving her a gift, and she could either be grateful about it, or despair that she would never receive it from her true husband.