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she stumbled upon speaking. Her cheeks are turning red so instead of saying further, I smiled. "I understand. I'll give it to him." The woman vanished afterwards. Just what she had said, I came upstairs and told Rue to hold up for a minute. Thankfully, he agreed and he understands. Part of me wanted to go upstairs to see what's going on. Of course, it was my boyfriend and his… wife. My breath was hitching every step I took.

But the panic is gone. "For tonight," I say. "Good. Carry me upstairs and maybe I’ll let you fuck me again." "The elevator is locked down." "Then use the stairs. You’re strong enough." I scoop her up. She weighs nothing to me. I carry her out of the study, leaving the wreckage behind. The house is still silent. The shadows are still long. But as I climb the stairs with my wife in my arms, I don't feel the walls closing in anymore. I feel the weight of what is mine.

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her.

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

I suddenly remembered we weren't the only ones in the house, his wife and my personal maid and there we maintained a proximity in a place where anyone could pass through. "Does she really have to be included in every discussion?" He questioned in annoyance. "She's upstairs...you spent a decade watching your husband leave." He said, I sensed jealousy but I decided to keep my mouth shut. "Upstairs? She could come down any moment from now." I breathe, I longed to be caught with him but I didn't think he wanted that. "Let go." I ordered "She won’t come down," he assured me. "How can you be so sure?" I pressed him.

So she needs to mentally prepare herself by repeatedly telling herself that he isn’t going to make love to her because he loves her but because he needs a child. Her heart felt sour at the thought “Ma’am?” Rosa called when she saw that she was just standing there and not saying anything. Nuella snapped out of her thought, she had forgotten that Rosa was still standing here “I will go up then, good night Rosa” “Good night Ma’am” Nuella took the elevator to the last floor since that was where his room was located. The last floor had a different kind of interior compared to the other parts of the house. She saw two doors and wondered if they were the master's bedroom. She approached one of the

Someone called for an ambulance, someone called for a fire engine, and the scene was a total mess… Cedrick sprinted upstairs against the crowd, for the elevator had already stopped running. His eyes were scarlet red, and he had only one thought left… Catelyn was still upstairs, and he had to take her out! "Young man, the upstairs has exploded. What are you doing? You can't go there!” A kind-hearted woman stopped Cedrick at the stairs on the fourth floor. Cedrick couldn't hear what she was saying, and he stared at her moving lips. "My wife is still up there… I cannot leave her alone…”

After a moment, she called again, "Honey, the washing machine is broken. Can you take a look at it?" When I didn't respond right away, she came in, clearly annoyed. "Marcus Lomas. I've been calling for you. Why are you ignoring me?" My mind was still processing what had happened. I couldn't believe my wife had tried to kill me just to be with another man. Felicia noticed my dazed state and quickly put on a concerned expression, reaching out to feel my forehead. I recoiled from her touch, my body shaking. She didn't seem to mind though and handed me a toolkit and the same black-handled screwdriver from before.

"What is going on?!" Sinead's mother was the first to run forward. "Sinead, are you alright? Jesse, what are you doing?" I had no choice but to let Margaret leave first. "This is a family matter, and it's a little complicated." She left. Then, I brought Sinead and her parents upstairs. There was no helping it. Some things had to be explained sooner or later. On the way up, Sinead's mother kept complaining. "How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?"

“The west residential wing has several prepared suites.” William stared at him for a moment. “Suites?” A brief silence followed. Then Evelyn calmly set down her wine glass. “I believe your grandfather is asking whether the two of you intend to live like newlyweds or distant business partners.” “The current suite is large enough,” Adrian answered evenly. William gave a low scoff. “You’re getting married, not negotiating a corporate merger.” William turned toward Mrs. Ellis, who stood quietly near the doorway. “The lake suite is being prepared for both of them?”