The Diary of a Newlywed Wife - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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I'm a woman with deep desires, but after the car accident, my husband became... useless in that department.
Not only did he turn celibate, but he secretly fed me tonics to intensify my cravings.
His goal? To torment me. To punish me.
Because on our wedding night, he discovered I wasn't a virgin.
After six months of forced abstinence, one of my husband's closest friends came to visit.
And when my husband stepped out, I pretended to be drunk and quietly invited him into my bedroom...
My name is Vivian Laurent. I'm 28, a newlywed.
Before marriage, Vincent and I had something beautiful. We were happy.
But three months ago, after his accident, his stamina vanished. Where he once thrived, he now struggled.
At first, I went with him to doctors, hoping for answers. Nothing helped.
With each failed attempt, his frustration festered.
Vincent was a proud man. And because of this, our fights multiplied.
One evening after work, a guest arrived—Wesley Evans, Vincent's childhood friend, here to catch up.
Wesley was tall—over six feet—dressed casually, oozing charm.
Most striking? His toned physique, a stark contrast to Vincent's soft belly.
"Hello, Mrs. Laurent. I'm Wesley, Vincent's oldest friend."
He rose from the couch, offering a gentlemanly handshake.
Flustered, I forced a polite smile and took his hand.
But when I glanced at Vincent, his expression darkened.
At dinner, Vincent and Wesley shared wine, laughing freely.
Then Wesley poured me a glass, his gaze lingering.
"May I toast you, Mrs. Laurent?"
I hesitated, torn between politeness and Vincent's disapproval, and declined with an awkward laugh.
But Vincent, ever concerned with appearances, scowled. "Just one drink. I'll be right back."
With his reluctant permission, I lifted the glass Wesley had poured and took a deep sip.
The moment Vincent left for the bathroom, Wesley stood and approached me.
"Another toast, Mrs. Laurent?"
Seeing me drink, he refilled his glass and stepped closer.
Startled—he was our guest—I scrambled to my feet.
Whether from nerves or the wine, I stumbled.
Wesley caught me, one strong arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me flush against him.
Not only did he turn celibate, but he secretly fed me tonics to intensify my cravings.
His goal? To torment me. To punish me.
Because on our wedding night, he discovered I wasn't a virgin.
After six months of forced abstinence, one of my husband's closest friends came to visit.
And when my husband stepped out, I pretended to be drunk and quietly invited him into my bedroom...
My name is Vivian Laurent. I'm 28, a newlywed.
Before marriage, Vincent and I had something beautiful. We were happy.
But three months ago, after his accident, his stamina vanished. Where he once thrived, he now struggled.
At first, I went with him to doctors, hoping for answers. Nothing helped.
With each failed attempt, his frustration festered.
Vincent was a proud man. And because of this, our fights multiplied.
One evening after work, a guest arrived—Wesley Evans, Vincent's childhood friend, here to catch up.
Wesley was tall—over six feet—dressed casually, oozing charm.
Most striking? His toned physique, a stark contrast to Vincent's soft belly.
"Hello, Mrs. Laurent. I'm Wesley, Vincent's oldest friend."
He rose from the couch, offering a gentlemanly handshake.
Flustered, I forced a polite smile and took his hand.
But when I glanced at Vincent, his expression darkened.
At dinner, Vincent and Wesley shared wine, laughing freely.
Then Wesley poured me a glass, his gaze lingering.
"May I toast you, Mrs. Laurent?"
I hesitated, torn between politeness and Vincent's disapproval, and declined with an awkward laugh.
But Vincent, ever concerned with appearances, scowled. "Just one drink. I'll be right back."
With his reluctant permission, I lifted the glass Wesley had poured and took a deep sip.
The moment Vincent left for the bathroom, Wesley stood and approached me.
"Another toast, Mrs. Laurent?"
Seeing me drink, he refilled his glass and stepped closer.
Startled—he was our guest—I scrambled to my feet.
Whether from nerves or the wine, I stumbled.
Wesley caught me, one strong arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me flush against him.
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