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I couldn't be any worse! A figure emerged from the shadows. “Looking for someone?” he sneered. I tackled him, fists flying. “Where is she?!” I demanded, my voice echoing. The stranger stumbled back, revealing a twisted grin. “Layla's...mine now.” “What?!” I gazed at him. “She is my wife! Are you out of your mind?” “Stop!” He screamed. “Stop calling her your wife! It pisses me off.” This guy's crazy!

“And I won’t be inviting you to our wedding anymore.” I had already told him. I turned around, wanting to end this useless argument. But for him, it wasn’t over yet. From behind, he grabbed my shirt, pulling me down, and after that we rolled on the ground, attacking each other. While we were fighting, I saw Cassandra running toward us. It made me panic, and I immediately lunged at Cillian to push him away. I didn’t want Cassandra to get hurt. But instead, that woman jumped forward and hugged my body tightly. She shouted.

“Are you there?” “This isn’t Jake,” I say. My voice sounds fragile, small. “This is his wife.” The stranger is silent. I listen for any indication that she’s hung up, and just when I think she won’t answer at all, she gasps, “Oh my God, I swear I didn’t know he was married!” I’m not sure that I believe her, but it’s not like it even matters. “Who are you?” I demand. I want a name, something concrete I can throw back in Jake’s face later.

he asked quietly, but I could feel the force in his words. "What did I do?" I inquired, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Get changed, Jenna." he ordered, his voice still low. "Make me." I replied, smiling at him as I inched away to look him in the eyes. "Ah, and who is this young beautiful woman?" a man intercepted, taking my hand and placing a kiss on it before Keith could say anything. The stranger leaned towards my ear, quickly whispering, "you look sexy tonight." Keith pushed the man away, snatching my hand away from the stranger's grasp, "She is my wife." he answered, a powerful glare on his face that sent shivers down my spine.

His words echo through the room, leaving me stunned. 'Wife'? Byun Baekhoon, the enigmatic figure, claims me as his spouse? The surreal moment suspends reality, leaving me questioning sanity. Is this a dream? The stranger's words tumbled out in urgent desperation, "Of course! Your wife stole my wallet while I was shopping! Multiple witnesses saw her hiding it in her jacket! You must compensate me! This is theft! I'll drop the charges only if you pay me!"

“Stranger?” a reporter asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. The room buzzed with anticipation. Kiara could hear everyone gasping and wondering as they looked at her unblinkingly for the truth. “Yes, a stranger. He doesn’t even know who was his wife while he was forced at gunpoint to marry the girl!” Another revelation escaped out of her moths, causing the entire room to buzz with coherent whispers. “He has just taken a little help from a stranger and that proved to be his biggest mistake. That one help led him to a forced wedding the next morning.” She said, remembering the night as her eyes turned dim. It was all that fateful night’s help that twisted their lives forever.

As Fred was walking along a pavement, his eyes caught with what was going on right on the pavement across the street. What Fred saw was the most shocking and heart-stabbing thing in the world; His very own wife, Jayda, was holding a stranger man's face tightly and kissing the hell out of him with his hand on her waist and the other squeezing her ass.

Neither the stranger or my wife lasted very long before orgasms shot through them. The stranger thanked my wife for letting him watch and finger fuck her as he zippered up his jeans. Before he turned to walk away, he closed the door and reached through the open window to pinch her right nipple. "I'm sure glad I came for coffee tonight he said as he walked away. I hope you two cum for coffee again."

Eve and the man turned their heads, but the man didn't let Eve go. "Who are you? This is my quarry, dude! So, back off!" the stranger exclaimed. "You should back off! Like she said, let her go! Because she's my wife!" Allan was about to throw his punch. The stranger raised his hand, "Wow! Ok! Relax and calm down, Bro! I don't want any trouble here! You can take her! Besides, she seems too stiff for me! Not interesting!"

“She literally carries your scent. That’s how I know you’ve been sleeping with her while you claim to be hiding her. Pathetic. She doesn’t even know she smells different.” I growled, offended by his accusation. Apparently, Max and Lois could hear the ongoing conversation because they both arched their brows at the same time when they heard the stranger’s weird response. I inhaled and exhaled for a minute before I replied. “I think you’ve got the wrong number. I don’t fornicate with other men’s wives.” “It’s not the wrong number, you jerk. You’ve been fucking this particular one because she’s nothing but a whore.” he whispered, “You should be looking for Scarlett, isn’t it?”