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Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.

If only there was a way I could go back in time,just to fix this one mistake. I took a cold shower,then went downstairs,Liam was watching television,I did not want to distract him,so I went straight to cooking dinner.I had not stayed long in the kitchen.He came to join me. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are,even when you are stressed?"He sayed as he came closer and held me by the waist."I was reading a documentary today,on father relationships.I saw 90 percent of women give birth outside marriage and pin the pregnancy on there husbands.

Lexi noticed it and tried to leave, but I grabbed her. After everyone listened to the recording, they were stunned. I pulled Lexi to the center and spoke clearly, word by word. “Everyone, listen carefully. After my brother passed away, she crossed all boundaries, constantly pursuing my husband and sabotaging our marriage. “I could not take it anymore and wanted a divorce, but my husband refused. She caused my miscarriage. Now she thought I was pregnant again and tried to drug me. She got caught red-handed, yet she denied it. Luckily, I recorded everything!”

She said proudly. "But I want to call him my husband because I love him! I want to call him my husband because he loves me! I want to be married to him, because what we have is real, not because I want to hold on to a title... He told me to leave! He kicked me out of my house, our house, a place we were supposed to have our family. Now he has in there another woman. He is going to raise his family with her!" I said shaking my head because what she said just didn't make sense to me right now.

Thea smiled and said, “The Human Race which my husband is from has a famous saying. The man is the master outside while the woman is the master in the house. If the husband and wife think alike, everything can be accomplished.” Xanthakos chuckled and said, “But the Human Race has another saying. The husband and wife are birds from the same forest. When disaster strikes, they can fly away separately.” “You can give it a try.” With a carefree smile, Thea said, “I guarantee you that the result will be beyond your expectations.” Seeing Thea’s attitude, Xanthakos clenched his fists.

Along the way, they encountered challenges, as every relationship does, but they faced them with unwavering commitment and a fierce determination to overcome any obstacle. Amid the chaos and uncertainty, Jacob, Sean's closest confidant and friend, stumbled upon an unthinkable truth. He had stumbled upon a resemblance, a connection between Katara and his late wife. The haunting familiarity in their blood types had left him speechless, but he couldn't allow himself to believe it fully. His wife and child were supposed to have perished together, a devastating loss that had shattered his world. The possibility of a child, of a living reminder of his beloved wife, was both a torment and a glimmer

At the same table, Chadwick and Isa fell into silence. Adira’s last words left a deep impression. [“But that someone rejected him. My husband told me this story before. That he likes a woman, but that woman likes someone else. But the other guy likes another woman too. Then, my husband met me, and we got married.”]

said a woman. We looked at each other while listening to their gossip. “You mean that woman she's not the real wife?” asked the woman. “No! According to my husband's story. Lim's legal wife is in prison because she killed the first mistress that Lim himself brought to their house.” “What? It's too bad. The legal wife should have killed the mistress! But her husband should also have been killed.” “He almost died because his wife shot him, but he survived. And do you know that Lim always beat his wife.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.