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She said proudly. "But I want to call him my husband because I love him! I want to call him my husband because he loves me! I want to be married to him, because what we have is real, not because I want to hold on to a title... He told me to leave! He kicked me out of my house, our house, a place we were supposed to have our family. Now he has in there another woman. He is going to raise his family with her!" I said shaking my head because what she said just didn't make sense to me right now.

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

The woman’s gaze holds mine, steady and unblinking. “You ask questions like a priest,” she says. “But you do not want confession. You want proof.” My throat goes dry. “I want to understand,” I say. “Because my wife is sick. And I don’t believe the story they’re telling.” The woman’s expression shifts at the word sick, the smallest tightening at the corners of her mouth. “Your wife,” she repeats. “The one from the papers.” I freeze. “What papers?” I ask, and my voice sharpens despite my effort.

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

“She never woke up. I prayed every day, and yet… Well, maybe it wasn’t God’s plan. I just thought… it’d be nice to see someone get a second chance and tell them how lucky they are.” The story must have touched her as her guarded expression suddenly softened as she said in a low voice. “I’m so sorry. That must have been hard for you.” I nodded and after a moment, luck seemed to be on my side as she intentionally or unintentionally let slip the detail I’d been waiting for. “The lady in Ward C is truly lucky. I heard her husband never gave up on her even though she was in a coma for years and had even gotten a personal doctor to take good care of her. Some men would have deserted their wife.”

She understands her husband because it is for their family. "Evelyn, don't be angry! Is it okay if you don't wear that at home?" "Why, ma'am Carina is not allowed?! "Oh! It's not like that because I just don't want you to be wearing that." I told him. But I could see from her expression that she was angry at what I told her. She left and went to her room. She went out for a long time. When she heard my husband had arrived, she noticed she had come out of her room, but she still hadn't dressed. I'm annoyed because she seems to attract my husband. I got nervous and scared. What if my husband is tempted by her when we can no longer do the things that husbands do because I am pregnant?

As much as was honest and possible and genuinely hers to hold. Starting with this. Her husband's voice in her kitchen in the evening, telling her about a small girl who had arrived in the world five days ago and who was, whatever else was true, part of the story now. Part of all of their stories. She listened. All the way to the end. ---

“Mr. Dean, sir, this woman is lying. She’s my wife, you see and she’s just throwing a tantrum. As a matter of fact, I told her to tender in her resignation last night and come home to her family but she refused. And now she’s putting our daughter’s life in danger.” My brow twitched as well as my lip. How could he stand there and lie so casually? But then again he’d do so, so flawlessly it took me ten years to find out. He was testing my patience and it would soon run out. What he had done to me was a crime that was punishable by law, had he forgotten? Maybe he just doesn’t care. Or maybe he thought he would get away with it, because after all, I was just June. A nobody. Just someone talented

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