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Chapter 3 The Enemy in the House

Word Count: 1284    |    Released on: 31/10/2026

bag and opened it on the desk. She went online and applied for writing and research jobs as a freelancer. People from far a

ooks, Didi did not have time to sit and feel sad. Her mind stayed strong.

ooked at herself in the big mirror. She was

r the first time in weeks, she did not starve herself out of stress. She brushed her long black hair u

grand wooden stairs, her

ad his coat over his arm, ready to

or look mad. Seeing her look so fresh and clean caught him off guard. His heart did a

a cold smile, walked right past

to clear his thoughts. He told himself it was not

l, the air fe

library. Her law books were open wid

fell ove

th a warm smile. His name was Tommy. Tommy was one

eat free?

Didi

t down. He didn't looked down on

ommy asked, pointing at her notebook. That judge make

r their law notes. Tommy made jokes that made Didi smile. They walke

, watching the poor student wife laughing and walking si

ked at her with pure hatred .Brenda stalked straight towar

her voice cutting through the hall so everyone could hear. You are

brain got me here, Brenda. Try using yours instead of

ommy stepped closer to Didi, standing firmly by her side. Bren

ow of his private office, P

ched Tommy hand Didi a bottle of water. He

old himself he only cared because she was a Billy,

ed, Didi walked ba

the bedroom door

ark suit jacket was off, and his

Mosby asked. His

he library,

osby snapped, tur

ow. You mean Tommy? Y

arly. He saw her glowing skin, her pretty eyes, and the way her confidence showed. For the first time, he saw that his wife was not

not play games with me, Didi. You are my wife now. Do not make

short, laugh wi

ought me like an item. You treat me like a prisoner. But y

much taller than her, and his eyes were dark

oked right up into his grey ey

my God. You do not own me, Mosby. If I want to talk to a frie

him hard. No woman had ever spoken to him

grabbed her wrist before she could turn

e hit him. Her hea

m tight around her wai

p at him wit

yes. Their faces were very cl

tered. His voice barely a wh

a woman in his life. He always stayed away because he thought

move, Mosby leaned

rst kiss. It was fa

wide. She looked down at his chest, held by

me back to

im away with

face with anger as she jumpe

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