Marido Novelas e Histórias

“My husband is always so busy and perpetually in a bad mood. After 20 years of marriage, life just becomes… monotonous.” “Hmm,” Marcus said, nodding thoughtfully. “I suppose I can’t relate. My marriage is only 15 years old, so it’s still going strong.” His voice carried a gentle yet firm reminder of his marital status. “Mary is so lucky! She hit the jackpot with you. Handsome, kind, generous, intelligent—and a billionaire. What more could a woman ask for?” Alexia said, flashing him a coy smile, her gaze lingering on him just a moment too long.

“Salvatore, I'd borrow your wife for tonight. I shouldn't be seeking your approval. She's my daughter in law anyway but it’s appropriate I tell you before you grow crazy with worry she’d spend the night in my room.” “But..” She cuts him off, “There are no buts, Son. If you’re worried about your wife assimilating with the Vinci-Souza dynasty don’t worry. I’d teach her everything she wishes to know, and besides I think it’s odd sleeping with restrictions in your bedroom. Married couples shouldn’t separate from one another. Your marriage is young, bonding with your partner would help your union grow to greater heights. Marriage isn’t about the happy moments and beautiful gifts but the good and

I am wrong with my words because it was his girlfriend, and they are legal before our wedding. "I followed you more than my mother who needs me right now, Huh? I am so stupid. I forgot that we were just married on a paper..."

“All this time, those bastards played me. Used me…” He slammed his hands against the bars. Fuck!” “Careful!” Maria pulled at him. “You should’ve listened to me,” she said. “I told you Adrian wasn’t a monster. Now look at us.” “Who are you, dear?” she asked, turning to me. “She’s Adrian’s wife,” Romano answered. Maria’s face softened instantly, something fragile breaking through. “My son… he got married?” she said, a sad smile forming. “How is he? Is he… is he okay?”

Please do that for me. Your husband.

"What is your name, senyorita?" "Jhermaine, but you can call me Maine," she replied to the old woman. "Oh, it’s good that the young master is married now. He sulked for quite some time," the old woman recounted. "Are you going to eat now?" "Where is--" "Your husband? He's outside chopping wood. He prefers doing that when he's home, says it's better than going to the gym," Marissa answered. "Thank you, has he eaten?"

I cut Marina's sad remarks short. "I am a married man," I informed her firmly, attempting to persuade her that her emotions were misplaced. "She isn't your true love, not your true mate, by the law, the pronouncement of wonder, she isn't even the bride, she's just a random girl you married," stated Marina, attempting to undermine my marriage to my wife. "Who told you that?" I inquired, curious about Marina's source of knowledge. "You would have boasted about it if she was your true mate or the bride by law," remarked Marina, trying to raise questions in my mind.

Antonio complained and the corner of Aiden's lips only coiled up in a smile. "My wife. Don't you read the papers or watch the news at the very least?" Aiden questioned and Antonio's eyes just widened. "There's no way you're married," Antonio muttered and turned on his laptop to G****e on Aiden's said wife. Marina's picture immediately popped up. "Holy moly. You are indeed married, how and when? Lord knows those are not the only questions that are spinning in my head but can you answer them and stop scrolling for a second?" Antonio asked, shocked and paralyzed at the spot.

"Or fix your marriage." . . . _________________

I smile at Leonora and the confuse Tiz. WORLD TRANSLATION < > Marito < > Husband < >Vecchio maestro < > Old master < >giovane maestro < >Young master < > Figlio, Padre ENGLISH>> Son, Father What do you think about this chapter?