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Few words left her throat which froze his whole being. “It’s wrong. A sin. I-I am married. I am someone else’s wife. Please.” _____________________________________________ Lmao, why am I laughing? A wife telling her husband she’s someone’s wife when the dude is right above her. It’s funny to imagine. You guys aren’t liking and following me as much as you should. You guys better start following me and liking the story otherwise I will not upload this story often like this. Till the next Adios.

After the party, when we were coming back home, suddenly he asked. "What is wrong?? I noticed that your mood was a little off today. As we won a big project, you should be happy. What happened to you??" "Melvin!! I don't have any problems alright. The only problem I have now is my contracted wife. How dare she talk to me like that??" I was seething in anger. "What did she do?? " "She… She raised her voice against me when I said the truth. That, 'girls like her would go after money…'. "

Chapter 29- Let Me Tell You, Women, Something *Natalia* It was the morning of that lu can finally leave the hospital and say everyone was excited was an understatement they wanted to throw a surprise party I had to talk our mafia men and business partners out of it. I really just wanted to be alone with my husband and relax. I packed my clothes in a duffle bag and set it down in a seat by the door. I headed back over to Lu who was on his laptop working. when I had woken up this morning that was the first thing I had noticed he told me he needed to get things in order with our company. I didn't mind okay so that's a lie I minded a lot seeing as he just woke up from a coma not too long ago and

"Don't feel bad please. I understand how shocking this is. And just because she's your wife doesn't mean she can't do this. No one is above sin." The teasing pain in my eyes worsened, and I had to continue gulping so I would keep on holding back my tears. "Just tell me it's a lie," I whispered, grasping his hands to feel a bit of a warmth from it. "Tell me I'm dreaming. Please do so. Tell me it's all fake." "It isn't fake," he spoke so firmly, looking equally bothered and sad, and exhaled again. "As mom has always said, she's unreal. She's not faithful as she claims to be She's just a bitchy woman."

I receive them and put them on the table. "So this your way of apologizing for slapping me? A pregnant woman?"I ask. "Babe I did not mean to slap you.You know me. I am your husband Brian,"he says. "I do not know you.Whatbkind of a man who slaps his wife and claims to love him? You don't love me Brian. You don't! You love the idea of having me as your dog!_I say. "My wife I made a mistake.A mistake I'll work the rest of my life trying to rectify,"he says.

I sobbed hysterically, pressing the remote control nonstop, searching for a news channel that would tell me the truth because I chose not to believe what the other channels are saying, I would never accept such news, it’s simply impossible. “The supposed wife of Mr. Nathan Trent, Ariel Montana, moans her late husband, dressed in all white.” I paused and listened to what they were saying in this channel, I can’t believe that everyone thinks that this bitch is Nathans's wife. I watched in anger as she sits proudly with his family, posing for the camera while acting sad and depressed. Any idiot could tell that she is obviously faking it. She kept staring at her manicured nails as she acted sad

“As you can see in the video, I called it a quit with your husband. I don’t have anything to do with him anymore. You can call him to confirm…” Opula chuckled in mockery, “Oh really. The fact remains that you were seeing my husband. You have been sleeping with him until recently. You are the mistress that has been distracting my marriage. How dare you, Salsa. Have you forgotten how deep I bite when I am embarking on revenge, huh?”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Irina snapped, flashing a trembling hand at her face, “I am so happy you have fallen to your rock bottom. Do you hear me?! Because you disgust me! And in a matter of days to weeks, everything will be clear, and you will be nothing to me!” “Oh really?” Isla purred, tilting her head like a predator circling prey, “You think you can abandon me now?” “Yes,” Irina hissed, “Watch me.” “No, mother. You can’t,” Isla smiled tauntingly. “Try me.” And suddenly, Isla leaned close, as her voice dipped so low like a formidable sound that shouldn't be heard, “Because…” Her lips curved in triumph, “…I know where your real husband is.”

I stood behind it, watching Felicia record with her phone while a few older women led the way. "What a jerk. Cheating when he already has a wife." "Exactly! Some men are just like that. They're never satisfied with what they have." One of the older women walked up and pulled back the blanket. "Hey, this isn't your husband." "What do you mean it's not my husband?" Felicia asked and was stunned when she finally saw the face of the man who was in the bed.