My husband is named Xu Zhe. He is handsome, tall, has a great character, comes from a well-off family, is gentle in personality, and dotes on me. Since being with Xu Zhe, I can't even count how many women have envied me. This is because Xu Zhe treats me so well; he is truly the ideal husband for all women, and it's not an exaggeration to describe him as a dream lover. But I never expected that such a perfect husband of mine actually does not like women.
As indicated by a statistical report, the proportion of homosexuals in the total population of our nation was approximately 5%. However, nearly 90% of these people concealed their true sexual orientation and, under the pressure of public opinion and family, chose to marry people of the opposite sex. And those who married homosexuals were called gay husbands or lesbian wives.
Previously, I knew more or less something about this aspect, but I didn't expect that it would actually happen to me one day.
My husband, Terry Reid, was handsome, tall, of excellent character, came from a wealthy family, and was gentle and loving towards me.
After I got together with Terry, I had no idea how many women were envious of me. Terry treated me really well at that time.
He was nothing less than the ideal husband that all women dreamed of. It was by no means an exaggeration to describe him as a dream lover.
But I never expected that my seemingly perfect husband was actually gay. And I became a gay's wife.
I met Terry at a friend's birthday party. The moment I saw him, I was completely captivated.
At that time, he was seated all by himself in a corner. He neither played with his cellphone nor engaged in any conversation. Nor did he smoke or drink. There was a gentle smile lingering on his face as he quietly watched the others having fun.
His handsome and well-behaved appearance instantly captured my heart.
After the party, I got his contact information from a friend and began my relentless pursuit.
Initially, he was calm and directly rejected me, saying he didn't want to date and wanted to focus on his work.
I knew Terry was the deputy general manager of a listed company and was indeed busy.
However, his using such a reason to reject me was an insult to me, a downright insult.
In a girl's heart, if a boy rejected you on the grounds of work, it indicated that he didn't fancy you at all.
But I was someone who wouldn't give up easily. The more Terry turned me down, the more patient and determined I became.
After pestering him relentlessly for three months, at noon on June 18th, right after getting off work, Terry called me.
I remember it clearly. He said, "Where are you? Let's meet."
Getting invited by the person you like on their own initiative was much more exciting than hitting the jackpot in a lottery.
When we met, Terry, with a hint of apology, said, "Sorry to interrupt your lunch break, but I want to discuss something with you."
I thought it was not something serious, but what he said next left me stunned. Terry said, "Let's get married!"
Marriage!
Those word struck me like a bolt of lightning. I was stunned for two seconds, afraid he might change his mind, and immediately agreed.
That afternoon, I didn't go to work. I didn't even bother to ask for leave. I went straight home, grabbed my ID, and met Terry at City Hall.
My parents knew I liked Terry. During the three months I pursued him, I talked about him every day. They had seen his photo and knew about him.
So, being able to marry Terry made my parents even happier than me.
After getting married, Terry was still occupied with his work, and I resigned from my job to be a full-time housewife.
Terry said, "You don't need to work. I can fully support you."
To prove this point, Terry purchased a house for my parents and had it registered under my name. Moreover, he gave me a supplementary credit card which had no spending limit.
That evening, when he came home from work, looking exhausted, he said, "I'm back!"
I immediately went to greet him, asking, "You're back! Have you eaten? What would you like me to cook?"
"No need, I ate outside. I'm a bit tired, so I'll take a shower first."
As he spoke, he took off his clothes and headed to the bathroom. But when he removed his pants, I noticed a wet patch on his underwear, similar to the kind of stain that might appear during a woman's period.
I frowned instinctively, wondering if he had soiled his pants.
While I was feeling disgusted, Terry's phone, which had been placed aside, vibrated a few times.
I glanced at it and saw a message from someone saved as "Client Daddy".
I thought it must be work-related, but then I wondered why someone as capable as Terry, a deputy general manager of a listed company, would save the contact as "Client Daddy" so humbly.
Driven by curiosity, I peeked at his Whatsapp messages. What I saw shocked me.
The message from "Client Daddy" read, "Baby, today wasn't much fun. Let's meet again next time."
The profile picture was of a muscular man who was almost naked except for wearing only a pair of underwear.
I immediately clicked on the profile picture, attempting to check out his social media, yet discovered that Terry had left detailed descriptions as remarks for this contact.
His note read," 27 years old, fitness coach, dominant, into S&M, prefers sex without a condom!"
Upon seeing these words, I was literally petrified. There was no doubt that any adult would grasp the implications of these words.
Terry categorized this contact under "HB," which I didn't understand at first, but then it hit me. HB meant "Hookup buddy."
I took a look at the contact list under the category of "HB" and discovered that there were thirty-seven people in it, and each of them had different remarks as notes.
"Big Cannon," "Delivery Guy," "Courier at the Door," "Soldier Buddy," "One-time Encounter"...
Seeing these notes made me feel sick. Terry had detailed descriptions for each person, just like "Client Daddy".
From this, I concluded that Terry wasn't interested in women!
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!