Dear My wife

Dear My wife

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She was adopted by a wealthy. She was not raised with love. No, she was not abused. Everyone thought her as a prefect lady. But her life was like a doll. Obeying every single things her parent want. Don't wear this, walk like this, speak like this, don't friend with them. All of it, she obeyed. Maybe if they tells her to jump from the roof, she will do so. He was a man with pride and violence. It's not like how he was raised, no. His family was kind and gentle enough. But it was because of the world he was in. As the eldest, he did not take it lightly to inherited his father's world. He took all the responsibility his father gave. For his work. And mostly to protect his family. ----- His life change. Her life change. He took her for revenge; not her fault though. She was puzzled and innocent. He knows everything. She was just about to discover it. He thought it was just a simple marriage. She thought it was a nightmare marriage. But, somehow it become a simple complicated marriage.
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