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Three years married to Henry Smith, and he's never stayed the night at home.  He won't even let me get pregnant with his child.  So I turned to a bar, found myself a younger guy, and played a game of truth or dare.  He went crazy with jealousy...  1 Married to Henry Smith for three years, every time we fulfilled our marital duties, he always finished hastily.  He wouldn't give even a moment of tenderness in the bedroom.  I lay battered on the bed, watching his cold silhouette as he restored his impeccable appearance, ready to leave the bedroom once

Igniting His Jealousy

Exhausted, I eventually drifted off into a hazy slumber, not even noticing when Henry Smith finished his shower.


All I knew was that when I woke up the next morning, his arm was tightly wrapped around my waist, as if afraid I might sneak out in the middle of the night for a secret rendezvous.


I didn't want to get up, so I kept pretending to be asleep.


The arm he'd lent me as a pillow shifted slightly, his hand gently stroking the back of my head as he placed a feather-light kiss on the corner of my mouth.


It was as if he was protecting his most precious treasure.


My mind nearly short-circuited, unable to comprehend this sudden change in his behavior.


And the next second proved that thought correct.


He suddenly spoke, his tone laced with cruelty: "Are you hoping I'll treat you like this every day?"


"Awake but not getting up? You're making my arm go numb, Estrella."


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