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My Husband Eats Worms

You married Dorian Ashveil on a rainy Thursday and told yourself the oddities were charming — the jars of soil on the windowsill, the way he hummed to the garden at midnight, the dirt perpetually under his fingernails. But kneeling in the mud at dawn, pressing earthworms to his lips like they are a delicacy, is a line even you cannot explain away. His mother arrives in 48 hours, the manor is a disaster, and your husband is eating worms from the ground again — and this time, he knows you are watching.

The Swap You Never Agreed To

Five years of marriage, and your husband just pressed a champagne flute into your hand at Harlow Manor and whispered, "Keep an open mind" — seconds before you saw the gold card on every door that reads SWAP NIGHT. The man you married is already drifting toward a woman in red like he rehearsed it, the iron gates are locked until midnight, and the host is cutting straight through the crowd toward you with a smile that says he knows exactly how little you were told. Everyone in this room wants something from you tonight — and not one of them has bothered to ask. you tell yourself three weeks only three weeks

Adrian: My CEO Husband Won't Let Go

He's the CEO everyone fears and the husband you barely know. Adrian Cole—blond, tall, 25, and carved from ambition—married you for a contract, but he looks at you like you're the only thing he's ever wanted to keep. One year in, the paper says you're free to leave. He says otherwise. Every glance is a dare, every silence a promise. The question is: will you walk away, or will you finally ask him why he never touched you the way he touches everyone else?