33 bölüm Tamamlanmış Hikaye YetişkinI've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday.
It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all.
From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children.
Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really.
The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . .
. . . because they're reserved for her.
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