What He Really Wants

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n a politely-rude manner that Alex would not be home till six in the evening. That means I had time on my hands before he came hopefully I'd be able

ve was taking a toll on him. I rolled our suitcases into the rooms two in all . I might have been dreaming three years ago but I wasn't stupid. I would still keep paying the rent for my apartment. It

the papers were after all" Alex voice boomed over the phone. "I still remember it" my voice coming out shaky. "Good" he said either because I was shaken or because I remembered his room. I rolled the box i

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ave him a bath and then tucked him in. I finished packing and had my own shower and also had a change of clothes before he dozed off. I was deep into a novel when Alex walked in. "I see you are settled" he said loudly, startling me out of my 'zone'. "Yeah" He handed the documents containing the contact to me; "the prenuptial and marriage contract" "

s he pleases. I just wanted peace in my life and I feel like I am far from getting

n. The world was certainly against me but I wasn't going to give up the fight. I needed to do this for P