THE WIDOWER'S WIFE

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the kids. Our pictures were in the tabloids. They called us 'The most envied couple ever'. Everywhere we went, people wan

raight out of the novel. I didn't have to wonder if he was doing any of it for the show because even behind closed doors, h

e mirror in my white Louis Vuitton wedding dress. It was an off-sho

and pink roses were used to decorate it, and th

My mother said. I turned to look

taking her hand in mine

w it was sort of like everybody

o do this." I assured her

luckiest man

id with a smug look on my fac

e where the wedding was to take place. My Dad rarely showed emotions, but t

beautiful,

and he leaned in to pla

ing experiences of my entire life. My legs shook as I w

olely on Julian Brantholm, the man at the altar and my soon-to-be husband

ulian and I are talking in a hidden corner of his fa

Julian said when we got to the altar

breathtaking in his tuxedo. His black hair was slicked back, and he looked adorable in hi

ady?" The p

n and I said

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n. It felt surreal, the fact that just a couple of months ago, we ha

to hear about the wedding, some people said so while they discreetly looked at my stomach. I am so sure they would

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ara were going to stay with my parents for the week while we were on our honeymoon. We would sp

cially," Julian said when we got to the hou

ally," I replied. Julian smiled as he

t flow through my veins, the same

ed my mouth as though he had been hungry for days and I was the only thing that could satisfy him. He

own my dress while he placed a kiss on my shoulder, all th

eddy I had been wearing. I heard Julian's sharp inta

tions away from my hair till my long, bl

. I felt embarrassed, never having been naked in front of any

d my hands away. "There is no need to hide from m

egan to take off his clothes. Soon, we were bot

jackpot, and I was going to have my happily ever after. There