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Before I left, he crafted a necklace for me with a built-in micro camera. He kissed me hard, his tone paranoid as he said, “Aurora, you’re my everything. I can’t have you leave my sight. If I lose track of you, I’ll lose my mind.” I knew how twisted his need for control was, but to put him at ease, I willingly wore the necklace and headed into the desert. Every single day out there, he watched me through that camera. However, who would’ve guessed that a man who loved me to the bone would secretly start a family with another woman?

The very same outfit that irked him so greatly when I first arrived: tight, cropped sports tank and short lycra mini shorts instead of the baggy oversized tee shirts and shorts he insists I now wear — I gave up on the leggings after they tried to kill me. “Nice of you to join us, Miss Alyssa. Since you are late, and everyone else is paired up, you will have to partner with me,” the dickwad husband announces loudly and gleefully. His eyes flash gold for a moment, and I can’t tell if he’s angry. This man is an enigma. Miss Alyssa?

"You're the one wearing that shirt. You're the one who left those two buttons undone. You're the one standing so close to me. And you're saying I'm wrong?" I couldn't answer. Because he was right. I was the one wearing this shirt. I was the one who couldn't button it. I was the one standing in front of him. But... "You're my husband. You shouldn't need to... need to..." "Need to what?" "Need to stare at my chest like a pervert!" "I'm not a pervert. I'm just enjoying the view," he said. "I'm not a view!" "You're the most beautiful view in this room."

“Don’t you want to know what he’ll do if you leave me with him?” My daughter nodded. Her curiosity peaked. “I’ll show you…” With full confidence in her own idiocy, my wife tried sliding the shirt off her shoulders. She’d unbuttoned every button except the top one… so she tugged… and tugged… and when the shirt stayed firmly in place, she shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Everything that happens is between the legs…” Oh fucking kill me now. “Oh my god…” I choked, horrified, finally realizing what she was about to do.

Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt, dark blue jeans and bright blue sneakers to match his hat. Mouth … fucking … watering. I threw my arms around his neck and went in for a kiss. I too had on sneakers, but mine were bright pink. It was my night and I wasn’t about to be miserable in heels. In fact, every lady coming out on the same pink chucks, courtesy of Juliet. We were going to do a group shot of our feet at the beginning of the night and then again at the end. Us four wives had on tank tops that said, “Feisty Wives.” Lukas had already been calling me his wife since we’d officially moved into his condo. Mine was vacant for now, I wasn’t quite ready to consider selling it.

Sitting at the edge of my bed, phone in hand, checking emails. Then— A knock. The door opened. And my dear wife walked in. Looking like... what the hell? Was that an adult onesie? Was she holding popcorn? “Why are you dressed like that?” I asked, genuinely confused. She grinned. “Because we’re dressing like this for the movie.” She held up a second onesie. Blue. Soft. Hideous. She handed it to me. “You’re wearing it,” she said. “I’m not.” “Well, if you don’t, we’re not watching the movie. No movie, no apology accepted.”

Gabriel’s arm rested possessively on her waist. Andrea’s hand sparkled with a ring that wasn’t just jewelry—it was a claim. The caption: Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes at Business Leaders Gala. “No,” Celina whispered, voice breaking. “No, this can’t be real...Is he cheating on me all the time?" She refreshed the page, desperate to find a mistake. Clicked another link. Another photo. Same couple. Same smiles. Same ease like they belonged to each other. Her fingers shook. Then a headline caught her eye: Power Married Couple: Gabriel and Andrea Reyes on Work-Life Balance.

She asked as she pointed at me. I looked at the shirt and frowned. "Is it that noticable?" She nodded and I continued, "I don't miss him, seeing that we live in the same house, and I wore his shirt because my closet's grown more than I realised." "I don't buy that excuse." "He's my husband so it's no big deal." She smirked, "It's actually an even bigger deal that it's your husband's shirt, Mrs. Dobre." I felt myself blush slightly but I waved a dismissive hand about to dismiss her comment. "You exaggerate." I stood up. "If you're done, go change and let's get going."

Shawn tore his eyes away from me, then went ahead to take off his baggy jacket and shirt. I swallowed painfully at the drop-dead gorgeous sight before me. His chest, fucking toned abs!!! Did he live in the gym all his life? I saw Shawn’s hand move to his belt. He unbuckled it and eventually took off his oversized pants, leaving him in nothing but his briefs. I felt something weird in my stomach, and I couldn’t stop staring at Shawn either. I had never seen a man thi…..s perfect “I…..Is th….he really my husband?

The crowd broke into an uproar. "No wonder… The Yorks are one of the greatest aristocratic families! Their status is just below the Campbells!" "I've heard the CEO of York Group is handsome and devoted to his wife. After getting married, he hardly goes out for business or social events and only focuses on his family. No one even knows who his wife is." "So, it turns out Ms. White is the wife. No wonder she carries herself so well. Any man would want to protect her."