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Tracy continued her investigation and visited some of the specific pages that Jim frequented just to see what exactly he was into. She saw videos of white women having sex with well-hung black men, but what was different about these videos from those she saw on Harry's computer was the presence of what appeared to be a husband in all of the scenes. In each one, she saw a white male either sitting off in the corner, or taking videos and pictures of his wife having sex with a black man while a stationary camera recorded the action. In some scenes, the husband was naked and jacking off, in others, he was fully clothed. In nearly all of the scenes she watched, she noticed the wife was pretty muc

I just need Henry or Asher to know on my door by any miracle and I will fill them in. I make my way upstairs and change my clothes then head downstairs again. I look at my watch to check the time, but the moment my eyes land on my smartwatch everything sinks in. I know that you're going to get me back home. You always know how to find me, remember? My brilliant wife wasn’t just saying some meaningless words or trying to make me not worry about her. Codes are her life and she was talking to me in codes. I do know how to find her!

¨ Her husband called out in dissatisfaction, ¨ I am going to do something, I have to go see my daughter in law¨, she said over her shoulders and continued her journey to the stairs. Mr Wilson watched her back in amusement, Then he turned to the screen. There was something so familiar about Cynthia Frost, something he couldn't place his finger on, ¨just what was it?¨ He asked himself as he rubbed his chin, his eyes scrutinizing the girl on the television screen who was held so tight by his son, he just hoped they were right in hoping the two would be together.

Actually not just that night, every night afterward, even when she complains it was getting too much. After everything, there was still nothing to show. The frustration was beginning to eat me up, I have been very hopeful and desperate and I was so sure it would work. But what exactly was I doing wrong? The soft sound of movement behind me pulled me from my thoughts, I turned and found my wife watching me with sleepy eyes. “Hi wify, you’re awake?” I whispered, she rubbed her eyes as she walked towards me, her hair was a complete mess and she looked barely awake.

Vickie shot Frade and Daley a reproachful glance, "Now according to the family tradition, the men stay in the room and the women wash the dishes." Sarah's face flashed with displeasure when she heard this. Frade glanced at her sideways, and she smiled submissively. Daley remained silent. Frade's engagement to Sarah is bound to have an impact on his struggle for power in the family. "When you get married, you need to learn how to cook. Because women are responsible for cooking at every family dinner." Vickie seemed to be giving some kind of command. Sarah nodded. "I'm looking forward to learning about Italian food. It'll be fun."

More reason I was glad the deal with Westbrook fell through. I drew in a deep breath as I glanced at my wristwatch. It’s just 1 pm; the meeting was set for 2 pm. “Just in time,” I muttered. The door to my office creaked open, and I glanced at the door, taking in the sight of Vivian. My jaw clenched as she barged in. I already had a stressful day, and I’ve got a meeting to attend. I really don’t want one of her episodes. “Leave. I need to talk to my husband,” she commanded, glaring widely at Anna, who scurried out.

the police officer narrating the action in the video while Master Javen watching. "The woman in the long skirt is my wife, she was just wrap of a fabric to cover her uniform skirt." Master exclaimed in a high tone, "She told her something that made her trusted her." This made all the people in the room surprised because the master had immediately identified his wife. "After they came out, they were lost in the blind spot of the cameras. So, what happened next was not captured." the officer said. "What about the surveillance cameras in the entrance-exit? Run it now!" master commanded angryly.

I didn’t move for a long time. The city hummed beyond the glass, a blurred constellation of lives going on as if mine hadn’t just split clean in two. Blind wife. Hidden weapon. Somewhere in this penthouse, my cousin paced with guilt eating her raw. Somewhere in a boardroom, my husband smoothed his tie and adjusted his lies. Here, in our marriage bed, I stared at nothing and planned. My phone vibrated against the nightstand. The familiar buzz cut through the fog. Mila had set a special pattern years ago—three short, one long, three short. Like a tiny distress signal.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

The nurses' hushed conversation drifted to my ears. "How pitiful. You really have to be careful who you marry! Look at the other wife next door. She just has a shallow scratch on her foot, and the boss is beside himself with worry. Look at this woman. She's miscarrying, and her husband is nowhere to be found..." The anesthetic pulled me into thick darkness, letting me forget the piercing pain for a moment. However, for the hurt Dante caused me, not even powerful anesthesia could make me forget it. In my dreams, I seemed to return to that warm moment this morning.