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He said, “Don’t worry, wife. I won’t take away your release. You’ll come. On his cock as he fills your empty cunt.” ____ A. Gupta

Rod queried, breathing uneasily. The chairman slammed four newspapers on the desk, “I should be asking you that question. Why did you feed us with such lies? Haven’t you been reading the newspaper? It is making the round on TV and newspapers. What are you telling me? Do I look like a kid to you? You are not just married to anybody but to Opula, the first daughter of Fanny Luis.” Rod flashed dead eyes at the headline on the newspapers, which said: New Wife Opula now pregnant For Rod.

"She's my wife." "What?!"

I turned my head stiffly. I tensed up when I saw the woman at the door. She wore an off-white cashmere coat. Her makeup was delicately done. Her hair was permed in a stylish curl. She was my wife, Sloane, whom I had missed dearly for over thirty years. The man beside her wore a dark gray suit with a tie. His hair was meticulously combed. I recognized him at once. It was Wallace. Back in the day, he was a loafer in the neighborhood. He often stole things and harassed widows. He even served two years in prison.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure. "Fuck," he groaned. "God, I love your tits. So much better than—" "Shut up," Maribel hissed, cutting him off. "Don't wake her." But Adrian kept going, kept squeezing, kept moving, and I watched from the shadows of the balcony as my fiancé fucked my best friend on the couch where we watched movies together. The scene was familiar. Horribly, devastatingly familiar. Like déjà vu, except I knew exactly why. I'd walked in on this before. In my first life, at the estate, the positions were different. The location was different.

When she finally regains her senses and then raises her head to look at her husband with a hand on her cheek and stinging eyes filled with slowly dropping tears, she is met with a violent stare. With a red face, Noah says. “Then I would have been proud that my so called wife had died while doing her duties, instead of shying away from them like the coward you are.” Noah stuns Natalia again, only with his words this time. “Noah,” She begins once more with tears in her voice as Noah turns his back to walk away.

An old lady asked that took the attention of everyone. Everyone suddenly stopped working and took down their hats as if showing their respects to the owner of the hacienda. Thyago then smiled and possessively put his hand on her waist. When she looked at him, the brute seemed proud with all smiles. "I'd like you to meet the very special woman in my life. This is my wife, Beatrice Williams. As you all know we got married yesterday and we're here for honeymoon." He announced. She suddenly felt her cheeks flushed hearing the last words he said. Her embarrassment went stronger when the farmers suddenly cheered and gave them a round of applause. Some of them whispered to one another and some of t

The word wife felt like a brand, a claim of ownership that turned my blood to ice. "I’m not your wife!" I struggled as the orderlies forced me down onto the bed. "there's no way I'm a wife to such a monster!!" I should've listened to Sarah. Why was in such a hurry to sign those documents he gave to me eight months ago. " I'm not your wife!!" "Take a walk, Sarah," Cillian said, not even looking at her. "I want to know what is wrong with my wife. I want to help her."

She found her voice, "I- I'm a little confused. Your wife lets you sleep with other women?" Mark answered candidly, "Yeah, well, I'm only allowed to sleep with married women - she doesn't trust the single ones." He took a large swig of his drink, and continued, "I bull regularly for a married couple back home actually, and I'll occasionally meet a couple when I'm away on business." "Bull?" Vanessa asked, again rather naively. My wife was a brilliant woman, but this conversation had put her fast on her heels. "A Bull is a term used in the lifestyle. It basically means that I sleep with married women. I love taking married women to bed." Mark replied, bluntly.