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She lay on the hospital bed and looked at me. “Thank you, Windy.” I nodded. “Yeah. You just need to wait for your husband to come.” She smiled. Even though nothing had happened to her, she still needed a little treatment to recover her energy. That was why she stayed lying on the hospital bed while waiting for her husband to pick her up. Honestly, I really hadn’t expected my day to turn out like this. And while I was thinking about everything that had happened, the door opened. The man who entered the room looked at me coldly, but the moment he looked at his wife, his expression changed—worried and full of care.

End of Flashback “Is there anything useful you’re going to tell me? You scolding me will get you nowhere considering that she is there anyway” I snapped. My chest ached at the fact that men would be watching my wife. Their eyes would hungrily stare at her bare body when even I as her husband didn’t get a glimpse of it.

Vivian kept her pace beside me, her eyes fixed on her phone, and I was secretly relieved she wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Our three years of marriage. Three years of unnecessary arguments and jabs. Three years of building a perfect facade of being a good husband. I had never thought we’d last this long. My initial plan was to destroy the video—the one that got me into this loveless marriage. Robert—Vivian’s father—had a video of the company’s dark past, a video that could bring my entire empire crashing down, and he was using it as leverage against me.

If her husband really decided to take over everything, Jane understood the burden she would have to carry on her shoulders. "Don't worry. You can do it," Sean reassured his wife. He was very sure of Jane's skills. Jane nodded slightly, and Sean smiled. As long as Sean would be by her side, that was more than enough for Jane. "Sean, it's such a rare sight to see you and Jane interacting so lovingly." Steve walked over and could not help but tease when he saw Sean and Jane. Sean rolled his eyes in annoyance at Steve and said, "You should bring Sally home one day."

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

"I wish I could have been there, watching it all happen again. I really like the idea of watching you fuck and not being a part of it. I want to watch my naughty slut of a wife take another cock." She moaned at his words, feeling her orgasm build. The thought of her husband getting excited at her infidelity was driving her crazy with excitement. "You're going to make me cum so fucking hard baby," she groaned. "I want you to cum with me. Fill my pussy up with your cum baby. I want it so bad."

And Nolan watched, his mouth hung open with shock as he realised that his wife was few seconds away from getting fúcked by their neighbour, and he had no plans of stopping it, because he truly wanted to watch them. He suddenly desired to see her give her cúnt to him, and see her beg for Vaughn's cóck over and over again. The next thing that happened shocked the hell out of him.

Alexander replied curtly as he turned his body away. However, when he said that, a faint smile appeared on his face. He felt pleased knowing that his wife had been watching him all this time. Without realizing it, he suddenly wanted to perform his best and look as impressive as possible—someone his wife could be proud of. --- Meanwhile, on Elena’s side, She was sitting with the other women, who were currently whispering about her. Elena looked toward her husband with an adorable gaze. Her eyes were wide and round, and the only person she could see was her husband.

Not tonight. I walked closer, my bare feet silent against the polished floor. “At the gala… you were different. You were watching everyone like they were threats. And now you’re in here, brooding, pretending to read contracts you haven’t turned a page on in twenty minutes.” His gaze snapped up to mine, sharp and unflinching. “You’ve been watching me that closely?” “Yes,” I admitted without shame. “Because I’m your wife, Adrian. I’m not just some decorative piece you wheel out to smile at cameras. If something’s wrong, I deserve to know.”

Models, actresses, daughters of billionaires, even mafia princesses. Women who spend hours trying to impress me. But none of them manage to hold my attention for more than a few seconds. So why the hell can't I stop looking at my wife? My wife. The words echo inside my head, and something dark and possessive spreads through me like fiery stars. I watch her walk down the aisle, the gown flowing behind her with each step—slowly. Carefully. As if every step means something important. Most men trail their eyes over her hungrily, some swallow.