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18- The Real Problem

Penulis: Failia_Baighaan
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-31 04:37:03

Anger, lust, submission, and the list goes on.

I was counting…. I think I am getting somewhere. Somewhere I didn’t want nor could I handle it.

I was lost in my thoughts the next day, trying to understand the man known as my husband who had begun to exist in the center of my thoughts since our one-night-stand.

"Come with me.” Speaking of the devil, he popped out of nowhere.

“I have prepared a surprise. A peace offering." Zayne said expectantly, his voice softening, almost melodic. He reached f
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