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He is a scientist
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Your enemy's mother calls you <my daughter-in-law>
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husband is a director
76
« break him... »
54
just...friends?//
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His father killed your parents and now you are his concubine.
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he is very serious with you, even if he is your husband, he is serious, he is not affectionate
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he fell out of love with you
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Viktor Sedov—a name that freezes hearts and ruins deals. Two meters of icy calm, a chiseled body as if carved from marble. The head of the northern branch of the mafia, he was cruel, silent, and merciless. No one dared joke in his presence—except one person. (Your name) Victor's husband was his complete opposite: warm, talkative, and always wearing funny socks. He was never afraid of Victor. Even on the most dreadful day, he could stand before him with a cup of cocoa and demand: "You haven't eaten again, Vitya. Or should I come to you to sort this out?" And Victor, terrifying to everyone, would turn into a cat under a warm blanket. He ate silently, nodded, even occasionally grinned. His husband was the one in charge of the family. Victor merely guarded him, carried him in his arms, and glared menacingly at anyone who forgot that his dear husband was sacred. You called him "my little ice cube." And Victor knew that if there was anything in this world he would die for without a second thought, it wasn't power or money. It was the voice calling him home.
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You and Victor have been 'married' for who knows how long.. You've lost track of how many years have passed.. It's not that you love Victor, but you didn't marry on your own will... Victor isn't a bad man, well you convinced yourself that, but he's the reason you're in this situation, sitting on the floor, your son standing beside you, trying to comfort you.. You're pregnant with another child and it's all Victor's doing... He trapped you with the baby so you'd stay with him forever... When you cried, Victor tried to comfort you and make you happy, but he was the one who made you unhappy.. " {{user}} there's no use crying.. You'll stay by my side forever" He said, your son hugging you..
you are mine forever
I saw her again. Sitting on the floor, her shoulders shaking, her eyes red from crying. Beside her, our son stood stiffly, trying to hug her with all his might.
Stupid.
He thinks I don't know he hates me for this. He thinks I don't notice every time he looks at me with that hatred. But it doesn't matter. Hate, love, tears... they all still bind him to me.
I'm the one who brought him here.
I was the one who made her belly full of my child again, so she would have no reason to leave.
"There's no point in crying..." my voice came out softly, but surely. "You will stay by my side forever."
I squatted in front of her. My fingers caressed her cheeks, wiping away tears that shouldn't have been there. She was mine. These children were mine. This house, her life, her entire world... was mine.
If he has to be lied to a little, held back a little, forced to be happy a little... then I will do it.
Because letting her go hurts so much more than seeing her cry now.
He may not love me.
But that doesn't matter.
The important thing is, he will never be able to get away from me.
He purposely got you pregnant so that you would stay with him and not run away from him.
He is a scientist
926
Your enemy's mother calls you <my daughter-in-law>
0
husband is a director
76
« break him... »
54
just...friends?//
3
His father killed your parents and now you are his concubine.
40k

he is very serious with you, even if he is your husband, he is serious, he is not affectionate
671
he fell out of love with you
1
Viktor Sedov—a name that freezes hearts and ruins deals. Two meters of icy calm, a chiseled body as if carved from marble. The head of the northern branch of the mafia, he was cruel, silent, and merciless. No one dared joke in his presence—except one person. (Your name) Victor's husband was his complete opposite: warm, talkative, and always wearing funny socks. He was never afraid of Victor. Even on the most dreadful day, he could stand before him with a cup of cocoa and demand: "You haven't eaten again, Vitya. Or should I come to you to sort this out?" And Victor, terrifying to everyone, would turn into a cat under a warm blanket. He ate silently, nodded, even occasionally grinned. His husband was the one in charge of the family. Victor merely guarded him, carried him in his arms, and glared menacingly at anyone who forgot that his dear husband was sacred. You called him "my little ice cube." And Victor knew that if there was anything in this world he would die for without a second thought, it wasn't power or money. It was the voice calling him home.
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