His HOT wife

His HOT wife

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I've married the man whose responsible for my broken heart. I've hurt, cried, and pitied myself enough. And no more. I'll make him regret ever breaking my heart. I'll never forget and forgive him for his betrayal. I hate him..with every fiber of my being. I hate his annoyingly handsome face. His hypnotizing ocean blue of an eyes. I hate his frustratingly well-built body. But what really hits me in the guts HARD is the fact that no matter how much I try to prevent myself from ever feeling something for him again, he just makes it SO.DAMN.HARD. for me to. One moment he annoys me, and overwhelms me the next. Will the protective walls I built around my shattered heart hold for long no matter how much I struggle to keep it strong? Will I ever, if not truly heal, be able to fully love and trust someone, him, again? Or will I just make a run for it before I gave in and make the mistake of handing my already broken heart for the second time?
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I stop at the last room, stare at the number on the door and crosscheck it with the one with me. I stuffed the paper away and ready myself for what lies behind the closed door. I lean on the door for a while and could hear voices but were incoherent. I tap twice on the door and the voices stopped. I repeated the process and received a response that sounded more like Hillary's voice. "Who is it?" He asked from behind the door. I knocked back instead, I didn't trust myself to sound differently. The door flew open in a second and I quickly wedge the door with my leg to prevent him from shutting it on my face. His face went pale on seeing me. I scanned him from head to toe. He was only in his brief. He tried blocking my view with his body but I push him aside forcefully. "Who is at the door, love?" Love? What a joke! Both our eyes snapped in the direction of the voice. I thought I heard my heart leap but not for joy, in pains. It was as though a knife was scrolled into my chest. "This is your Ghana?" I scoffed and walked past him in the direction of the voice, "I was at the door" I said catching her attention... • • • • • A charming couple (Nick and Lauren ) had to navigate their way out of a storming marriage that was once cemented by love. A single mistake is about to pull the string of their marriage apart. °°°°

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