<b>Chapter </b><b>65</b>


    MIRABELLA


    I am <b>stuck </b>alone.


    Words whispered through tears, one which forged an umon bond with my own self. A lifeline that has kept me anchored.


    I <b>have </b>lived <b>alone</b>.


    Strived <b>alone</b><b>.</b>


    Survived alone.


    Me against me.


    Me for me.


    Wrong


    I have a family, aplete family. My husband, my children, my mother inw<b>, </b>my sister inw, friends, well wishers, soldiers, business


    Associates.


    I am constantly surrounded by love.


    Life is good.


    Do you want to know what else is good? <b>The</b>…


    “What might my beautiful wife be seriously thinking <b>about</b><b>?</b>” Wet kisses meet my neck. I moan at the warmth of his tongue gliding down my


    neckline.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    “Do you never get tired?”


    My husband hums, his teeth nibbling my skin. “Perhaps stay in bed for as long as seven months and tell me if it doesn’t build your sexual


    stamina.”


    Chuckling, I say, “You’re unserious.”


    “I’m seriously horny.”


    “Crazy.” I joke.


    My husband hums. “For you.”


    “I’m <b>busy</b>. I have…we have a job to finish.”


    “Let me finish inside you first.”