Just Once

Three years of marriage brought nothing but a thorn to my heart. My child was critically ill and in need of treatment. My husband didn't care and even called me unfaithful. In my desperation, I sold my body and soul in exchange for the recovery of my child. His name was Benjamin. Dominating the underworld and influencing politics, he was like a poppy that impressed, captivated, broke, and disillusioned me. He said that different from the others who approached me only for sex, he wanted every part of me. He also said that I was his only one and that nothing in this world could compare with me. Then he told me that these were all lies. I told him that these were true to me.

Cora Jenkins · Urban

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197 Chs

Chapter 93

He nodded as he walked into our bedroom. I had a quick conversation with the worker on the phone before I went into the bedroom. My mate was sprawled out on the bed. Judging by the look on his face, he wasn't happy. I launched myself onto the mattress, causing my body to bounce on the springs. Jeremy didn't even glance my way. "What's wrong?" I asked, curling into his side.

Looking up at his face, I saw him close his eyes. But he wasn't sleeping. It was like he was trying to remember something. "I'm just thinking" he mumbled.

"'Bout what?" I asked, nosily. I'm allowed to be nosey. We're mates. That's how things work. Or at least that's how we work.

Jeremy opened his eyes and looked at me. "This trip. Going home. Us. I don't want things to change" he said softly.

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