The Wife He Regrets Losing

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ay no one has. You are the

oom he usually keeps locked and private. I was stunned, it w

arder," the woman said. My hand trembled as it approached the door handle, my h

lives. The coffee in my hand slipped and shattered on the floor, but the sound of the mug breaking did

ed to respond but my lips couldn't move. She rushed towards the door and immediatel

ect, they are working on each other's body. "But Mum it doesn't l

o downstairs and prepare dinner. It's ge

is way after everything I have done for this family?. I sacrifice

has never made me feel like a woman the way he

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his woman came downstairs. Lo and behold t

ftly, and as they reached the bottom, I noticed someth

to her jawline. My stomach churned as

n-law smiled at them and then, almost too quietly, she whispered, "Looks like you two really had a

ced a smile as I turned the oven dial, but inside, I was unraveling. I didn't respond. Inst

pt it hidden so well? I thought back to all the times I had defe

e Alex. It feels like nothing has changed." She said it soft

e polite smile he gives strangers, but

tine, my mother in-law added warml

ing like the only thing that

ake a step, my husband called me back. He asked, "Where are you going?" I told him I was just going to my room to rest, but he stop

aw cut in, her voice sharp and commanding. She called the maid to help me gather my t

family company, and had just returned from the States. S

ter, the clinking of glasses, and the closeness I no longer fe