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The Trials of Desire (18+)
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Ongoing, First published Aug 21, 2022
Mature
In sickness and in health, for better or for worse. 

Those are the vows they said to each other when they decided to become one. But can Paisley really forgive her husband when he starts changing and treating her like an ordinary woman. Can Daniel see past the anonymous notes and the intimate photos of his wife with another? Will Taron be able to take back what was stolen away from him? What other secrets does this family have and will everything turn back to what once was?
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His mistress

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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.