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This wedding is special. Well, that doesn't mean I'm denying my happiness with my ex-husband. But this time it's different. My husband who is currently tidying his hair in front of the mirror is the man who is present in every woman's dream. Men are expected to be able to provide satisfaction in life. Satisfaction of body and soul.

I'm staring. The perfect and charming man who raised my spirits. She was gentle and loving, and my family was so much that the bastard had hurt her heart that it sank her into years of grief. If now he is still by my side and adorns my bed, it is because of the magic he has. Sean has a big and strong heart, as strong as the passion hidden behind his pants. From this moment on, I swear I will keep his mood. Keep his heart always excited and passionate, happy and grateful to live with me. If I hurt her again, maybe I'll lose her forever.

"Do you want me to help you?" my god, as he grabbed the tie from the edge of the bed while I dried my hair with a towel.

I know he's happy. It's been a part of him during my time as my husband and I love it. The fire in my blood is always burning because of that. Wanted to make her happier when she took control of me. My husband whistled, I couldn't help but smile at me imagining his eyes glaring at me.

"Hmm.." he muttered softly and softly. "Fluit basis. I didn't expect a great woman to be so crazy about me like this."

I laugh. Couldn't help but watch my husband's bright eyes and good mood, "How? Both my hands are expert enough to wrap that tie around your neck."

My husband is coming towards me. He looked down and kissed me on the cheek. "You've had a shower and it's so pretty. I don't want to make you sweat any more with messy hair considering you'll have to take care of your business in a minute, Mam."

My chest was warm as both of his arms held me. "Hm... So can I be clear, that there's no smackdown with my Samson when I'm going to work?" I threw a towel and grabbed the tie from his hand, then wrapped it around his shirt collar.

A soft growl escaped his lips as I accidentally touched the thick pulse that adorned his neck. My husband is always tempted by me, and I'm always tempted by him, "Geez, Franda." I smiled broadly after laughing to see her nervous, passionate, and awkward. "You'll end up in that bed again."

I jumped up, wrapped my legs around her waist and landed a kiss on her lips and all parts of her jawbone. He knows what I mean. With her sexy voice, she replied to me. "I love you so much too, dear" she told me.

He is my husband. A husband I love and love me too. I only know that he is the only man who heats my blood, who is loyal to me, who endures and accepts all the flaws in me. I just need to know that he loves me so much.

I was devastated to hear that he was the son of my father's fault victim. My mind thought briefly that Sean would consider me a bitter shadow over his mother's passing. But he was Sean Danial Warner when I realized everything. A forgiving man who is willing to forget all the heartache he had in the past just to live with me.

"Thank you, Sean." I said to him as he lowered me from his body. "If I wasn't your world, you might have left me far behind. You can't possibly need a pathetic woman who's still late with divorce." With my breath blocked and my chest squeezed, I took a breath. "Thank you again for waiting for me, Sean. I love you so much."

Sean stroked his own chest wrapped in a white shirt. My words may be too strong and plunge his heart, but they are true. I was so sorry for turning her down so many times but I myself realized that I would never stop being crazy about her. "Shut your mouth, honey. Or I'll fuck you until you pass out again."

I laughed, wiping away any tears that might have been at the end of my eyes while Sean rubbed my hair. "I'm willing to accept that if that's the penalty." I squeezed his butt at a glance, left my husband dumbfounded and blinked his eyes.

As soon as he finished putting on the tie and tidying up his collar and shirt, Sean cupped my face. His eyes that were as blue as the ocean looked at me deeply. "I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. Don't ever think I hate you or your family. You've been a part of me for a dozen years. I love you so much, Franda. Very." Very."

Realizing he didn't want to stop, I raised my hand to touch his head, then pulled him back. My fate is really unlucky because Sean's hand held my nape. He knew I was fighting my passion. When I forced myself to break away, he pushed me to the wall. My husband did not let me go for a second, he attacked me fiercely and lovingly.

I gave up, unable to resist the one who cooperated with my passion to urge until I surrendered myself to him. My fingers moved wildly squeezing her hair. I don't care if he has to put it back together. I've gone mad. Totally bonkers. I pressed his nape so he could deepen his kiss, next to my foot wrapped around his calf. I almost fainted as my whole body shook violently. My back was curved and I groaned in his mouth. My husband made me give up desire in the most foreign yet delicious way.

My moans are still stuck in his mouth. My legs are helpless. I would have fallen if he hadn't held my body. With my eyes closed and my breath stinged, I pulled my head back and leaned against the wall while Sean held my hips. "Damn you!" lirihku slowly with the remnants of energy, while trying to restore my strength.

And my husband smiled with satisfaction. He was so proud of me for working on it. Yes, he deserves to be proud. "You must clean yourself again, Mam" he said, rubbing my lips with his thumb and walking away leaving me still trembling against the wall. Jesus, he mocked me with his grin. Goddamnit!

I followed his steps with my eyes. My lips and my eyes smilingly acknowledged his prowess, my husband is indeed very skilled. I don't know where she learned it or how many women have felt it, I don't care. To be sure, from today on and until one of us dies, only I have the right to be satisfied by him and satisfy him. I won't let any jackfruit caterpillar interfere with my pleasure, especially my husband.

Do I regret ever marrying Nino? No. gabe. I used to love him. All I think about when I decide to get divorced is, sometimes the best thing I can do for the person I love is to let go. Give him freedom. Wish she was happy. Then I'll make myself happy afterwards. And look, I'm happy now.

I know what Nino did wasn't good, but I was sure I'd be fine by then. I forgave her mistake to make me calmer, to make myself free from the shackles of hatred. By forgiving him I saved myself, not him. My principle in relationships: if I am strong enough to fall in love and give myself up, then I will also be strong enough to let go. Strong enough to heal my heart and start over.

The fact I learned from my previous marriage is that beauty will not take care of my partner. The honesty, loyalty, adoration, care, or care I give with all my soul will not be able to keep it from me. I sincerely love her, I accept all her flaws, obey her will, but it's never enough to make her stick with me if she doesn't want to. The only one who can take care of him is himself. Not me, or anyone. I don't have to keep someone who doesn't want to be with me. If so, it wasn't me who gave up on him, but he was the one who gave up on me. I don't have to waste time on a guy like that.

This fact also applies to my current husband. No matter how much I love him, when I find him betrayed, there is nothing I need to defend. The best defense I've done since I surrendered myself to him as his wife. Not yesterday, now, or tomorrow. Whenever I see my partner betraying me, that second I finish with him.

"Hey, I'll pay you back tonight!"

Om Sean the handsome😘

Mrs. Warner😍

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