Married To A Playgirl

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All rights reserved. PROLOGUE Asteria Celeste Averix Levington POV I am married to someone I don't love, and it seems like everyone else who gets married is happy, but I believe we are the only ones not content with this situation. I dislike her intensely due to her attitude. She behaves like a jerk, playing with women's hearts, and seems to be a playgirl or player, engaging with multiple girls. I don't understand why she acts like that. Every night, she repeats the same thing, constantly bringing girls and kissing them. It appears as if there's no consideration for me as her wife in her actions. I don't know how I will react because of stress. I'm uncertain whether I'll be hurt or indifferent to her actions. I'm considering not caring about her anymore because, right from the beginning, there was no love between us. We are only married on paper. Initially, I strongly disliked it, but with time, I grew accustomed. Given her consistent behavior, there seems little else I can do. She's my wife, and expressing complaints has become something I feel unable to do. Furthermore, she emphasized that I have no right to complain, reinforcing this perspective. Every day, I observe a change within myself. I question why I exhibit these behaviors, why I react in this manner, and why her actions make me feel uneasy. Slowly, I find myself gradually developing feelings for her. Through our daily closeness, I've come to a realization. Despite the pain caused by her actions, I must acknowledge it to myself—I love her. I've fallen in love with her, and this sentiment can't be halted. Regardless of my efforts, it's etched into my heart and mind, irremovable. If somehow erased, I'll endure patiently, enduring the suffering alone. Whenever she brings another woman home, it deeply wounds me. This is why I respond strongly when I witness their kisses or hear their intimate moments. I am dissatisfied, and my only recourse is to cry in a corner, as I'm powerless to take any action. I lack the authority to forbid her actions, and intervening is something I'm unable to do. I'm just her wife on paper, a presence without any deeper significance. There are no genuine emotional connections. I admit to being a jealous person. I feel intense jealousy towards those she spends time with. I have the urge to confront them, asserting that the girl they're interacting with is already claimed—Kian is mine. I want them to recognize her as my wife, and that the exclusive connection should be with me, so that she feels the impact of affection solely from me. I don't really have a way to confront the situation. I can't take any significant action. Instead, I seek refuge in my best friend, finding comfort exclusively with her. She's the only person with whom I can openly express my true thoughts, share my life grievances, and discuss my problems. One day, Cyra introduced me to her girlfriend's sister. The encounter felt familiar, as if we had met before. She was strikingly attractive, and my fascination grew when I realized she was the girl I had seen earlier but missed due to being preoccupied with something else. It was her. She's likable, easy to get along with, and approachable. She's the kind of girl anyone would desire – someone who remains steadfast and won't easily yield. I'm confident others would also come to love her. She has been remarkably attentive and takes good care of me. We quickly developed a close bond, never running out of things to share. Her happiness brings me comfort, making me feel at ease when I'm with her. One day, when she brought me home, I noticed my wife had a very bad aura. A small mistake, and she's prepared to attack aggressively. She resembles a snake, poised to strike at any movement. It's essential to be cautious in your actions, as she can be highly venomous. I enter my room quietly, choosing to ignore her. She follows me, and I can feel her gaze upon me. Is she jealous? I'm familiar with her subtle actions. Whenever I feign sleep, I sense her kissing and embracing me. She frequently caresses me, and I can feel the presence of love. I hope it's genuine, that she can truly love me and focus her undivided attention on our relationship. One day, I finally heard the words I longed for, spoken directly from her mouth. The phrase I've eagerly anticipated for a long time: "I love you." Yet, could I trust those words when, from the outset, I knew there was no love in this marriage? That she doesn't harbor affection for me and regrets entering this commitment to marry and stay with me. Why would she choose to remain with a woman she doesn't love, especially when she finds joy in her single life? She's content with various women, particularly with that specific person, and they've even established something that will connect them for a lifetime. Why is that the case? Why can't I capture her complete focus? Despite being her wife, I still find myself sharing her attention. "I'm exhausted, Kian," I couldn't contain myself and distanced myself from her. Leaving means going far away—I no longer want to expose myself to her. Yet destiny finds a path. I persist in reconnecting with her, still bound to her. Ultimately, we remain wedded to each other, destined to be together. I am destined to be in her possession, and she is destined to be mine. We are destined for each other. No other woman, there is no rival. It's only me. It's just us and our two children, with no additional offspring from other women.