Being Mrs Scuderi
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"Keep kissing me like that and I might have to make terms with using a wheelchair for the rest of our honeymoon,"I say making her chuckle. God her chuckle is so adorable. She pulls away running her fingers on my face As if analysis each feature.
"I have a long day planned for us, wife,"
"Really, Wife?"
"Yes, wife,"she says kissing my forehead before getting off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom to possibly take a shower which I take as a silent invite to join.
They managed to beat all odds, arguments and disapproval from their loved ones and finally live out their dream,Happily married with a young one. But what happens when their marriage is tested by a revelation of Fabiana's past? Will their marriage survive it?
(P.s. Read the first book of this series of two, first)
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