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“I spent years looking for you. I stopped when I realized that the only reason I couldn’t find you was because you didn’t want me to find you. But I wouldn’t have given up. I looked for you everywhere. I bargained. I begged. I promised myself that if you ever wander back to me again, I will do everything in my power to make sure you knew I never wanted you to leave.” Something in my chest aches. I don’t know if it’s my heart. Or the emptiness inside it that was only ever filled up by his presence. I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. My mind refuses to help me. I can’t string a single thought. Tristan tilts his head and smiles wider. “But I know it’s all in the past for you now. I tried—and f

Tristan spoke for the first time in our conversation, “Your Father and Brother aren’t around; they are on a long business trip; when you are better, I will take you to see them.” “Sure,” I nodded my head with uncertainty, something wasn’t right, “Elijah said our feelings changed.” “Maybe that’s true, maybe that’s not true,” Tristan replied in riddles. “He is my husband then how can our feelings change?” I questioned, “I plan on winning him back.” “What?” Tristan spoke, he looked at me with hurt, “You want to win him back?” I nodded my head, “Why would you do that?” “Because we are married, and I believe a marriage deserves a second chance,” I explained to him, and he frowned.

I found it a bit strange but Trisha already said he is someone who can help me. I walked into his office and had my seat, but what was strange was the fact that the doctor refused to face me. “Good day doc, my name is….” He paused me saying, “I know your name already, just go straight to the point.” His voice sounded so much like Kay but there is no way in hell Kay is here so I just need to be free. If I need help, I need to let out my problems. “Sure….so my husband has been cheating on me and refused to touch me in the past for two years, he suggested an open marriage to me which I gladly took and that’s where I met the perfect one…………” I went on and on.

So many jumbled thoughts and questions are running through my mind. Tristan. Is. My. Husband. I don't know whether to be horrified or giddy with delight. Is it possible to be both? Is this for real? God, it can't be. Butwhat if it is? Are we truly wife and husband? Lawfully wedded, just like that? "Well, excuse me if I don't find it funny. You do realise what I do for a living right?" Tristan smirks before patting the bed. "Yes, I am well aware. Come on baby, take a chill pill. My head still hurts."

“A stupid, desperate door.” “What door are you talking about?” “The kind that lets me into their home… permanently.” “I don’t understand you, Tristan, can you speak in clear terms?” She demanded. A delighted little breath crackled through the speaker. “Oh, Tristan. Don’t tell me he actually…” “He suggested a throuple,” Tristan interrupted, enjoying the shock he knew she felt. “He thinks sharing Ava will save their marriage.” A satisfied laughter so dark yet so feminine slipped from her. “My God. He really is that weak.”

The man with a black suit answered directly. “Okay. Please come in.” She quickly opened the door wide. ‘I’m right! He was just showing me that he didn’t like me but deep inside he was trying his best to resist my beauty and wetness. Soon you will taste me, my husband.’ Trishia bit her lower lip while thinking about their wild love-making on the bed after their wedding. How she wanted to be with Bill on the bed. Just a few days left and Bill would be hers. After the huge gift box settled in the living room, the men swiftly went out.

“No touching. No pulling me close. Nothing. I lie there in that huge bed alone feeling like a stranger in my own marriage.” Koko’s eyebrows rose. “Macho? The same Macho who swept you off your feet with private jets and tiny diamond bracelets? The Macho who gave you a deep french kiss and was groping your ass in front of his parents because he couldn't keep his hands off you. That Macho is suddenly celibate?” I laughed bitterly. “I know how it sounds, Koko. But it's exactly what it is. My husband is thirty-six, ridiculously successful, controls half the tech investments on the West Coast.”

I whispered as the justice of the peace began to read the vows. Tristan didn’t answer. He simply squeezed my hand harder — a mechanical, impersonal grip, as if he were completing a task. Cassius, I thought. He must have had a fight with his father. Some last-minute disagreement. That’s why he’s like this. Distant. Cold. But it will pass. After the honeymoon, things will get better. The justice of the peace asked if I accepted Tristan as my husband. “I do,” I replied, my voice firm, my eyes fixed on his face.

Knight replied, his tone carrying that casual, infuriating nonchalance only the obscenely wealthy seemed to master, “your husband is fairly clever. He even switched hospitals to do the tissue typing. Unfortunately for him, that hospital also happens to be under my name.” Even without seeing his face, I could somehow picture it—him smiling smugly, clearly pleased with himself, as if this revelation amused him. Then his voice sharpened, growing suddenly intense. “How I know isn’t important. What is important is what you’re going to do next, Walsh. Your husband isn’t just hurting you—he’s hurting your son. Don’t tell me you can swallow that too—”

"Hahaha I mean she actually also wants to build a family and I'm the lucky guy she chooses" I'm not dumb. So he knows his wife's true nature... He stood up and stretched a bit. "Let me take you home. After pulling that stunt, I can't trust you anymore." "Harsh, but thanks" I reached out for his hand but pulled back. I have to check myself if I am being too comfortable around him. I am shocked that he grabbed my hand. "Don't worry" then smiled at me. It sends a fluttering feeling in my chest. He shouldn't be this sweet, especially for me! After what I have done to him...